Answer:
Though easy to spot, when allowed to plume, It is hard to see, when held in a room.
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
Feed me and I live, give me drink and I die.
It floats over the land, It cuts the tallest mountain, Its voice is like a fountain, Its body like a snake, Will flow into a lake.
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?