Answer:
What has a neck but no head?
cloud is my mother wind is my father.
I smell like blue paint pours like green paint and I look like a red truck.
I am the noise Santa's reindeers make
I move very slowly. I accompany life, and survive past demise. I am viewed with esteem in many womenβs eyes.
It can be cracked, It can be made, It can be told, it can be played. What is it?