Answer:
I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind.
Long legs, crooked thighs, little head, and no eyes.
Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb.
What goes with a car, comes with a car, is no use to a car but a car cannot move without it?
How can you burn an apple, blueberry, rose and pumpkin without leaving any ashes but retaining the smell of it?
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?