Answer:
Without a bridle, or a saddle, across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride, by help of me, though almost blind, are made to see.
Hard to catch, easy to hold. Can't be seen, unless it's cold.
Who is he that runs without a leg. And his house on his back?
Many hear me, but no one sees me, and I only speak when spoken to
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high, Eastern art from ancient time, Name me now and solve this rhyme.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?