Answer:
What is given but kept by the giver?
I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep. For mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think and answer the question...
Talks like this, a green wise man does. Guess my clue, you will.
I march before armies, a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory, but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover, one-Βlegged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
What stays the same size no matter how much they weight?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?