Answer:
What is made of wood but can't be sawed?
I grow where no flower grows, where no light touches the walls, up or down, that I don't care, was here before people were.
I turn around once. What is out will not get in. I turn around again. What is in will not get out.
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
It flies when it's on and floats coming off.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?