Answer:
I must be broken before you can use me. What am I?
I fly to any foreign parts assisted by my spreading wings. My body holds an hundred hearts Nay I will tell you stranger things when I am not in haste I ride and then I mend my pace anon.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?
As a stone inside a tree, I’ll help your words outlive thee. But if you push me as I stand, the more I move the less I am.
Cloud is my mother. Wind is my father. I come down but never go up. What am I?