Answer:
What is so delicate 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.
Sometimes dark and sometimes bright, I make my way among twinkling lights. Seas and oceans obey my call, yet mountains I cannot move at all. What am I?
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers and crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me. What am I?
Fatherless and Motherless, born without sin. Roared when it entered the world, And never spoke again.
It weighs next to nothing but no one can hold it for long. What is it?