Answer:
I go around in circles, but always straight ahead. Never complain, no matter where I am led.
It's equally comfortable in an orchestra and a geometry textbook. What is it?
Soft and fragile is my skin, I get my growth in mud. Iβm dangerous as much as pretty, for if not careful, I draw blood.
A word I know, six letters it contains. Subtract just one and twelve remains.
More precious than gold, but cannot be bought, Can never be sold, only earned if itβs sought, If it is broken it can still be mended, At birth it canβt start nor by death is it ended.
What is always coming but never arrives?