Answer:
They're up near the sky, on something very tall. Sometimes they die, only then do they fall.
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...
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, grown in the darkness, a lady's delight.
Snake coiled round and round. Snake deep below the ground. Snake that's never had a head. Snake that binds but not with dread.
What word is the same written forward, backward and upside down?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?