Answer:
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
They can float and tickle, but their sound is rarely heard unless you're a pillow or bird. What are they?
A precious fluid, thicker than water.
My first is equality; my second is inferiority; my whole is superiority.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail