Answer:
I am a place where time is told. I am not bought and I am not sold. What am I?
Deep, deep, do they go. Spreading out as they go. Never needing any air. They are sometimes as fine as hair.
I am gentle enough to soothe your skin light enough to fly in the sky and strong enough to crack rocks.
I move without wings, between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind. What am I?
I am a mountain at night meadow at day
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.