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I'm light as a feather, yet the strongest man can't hold me for more than 5 minutes.
It is destruction made out of thin air, You hear it howl and give a prayer, Through barns and houses it will tear. It is a deadly funnel, Of violent and twisting air.
I am the heart that does not beat. If cut, I bleed without blood. I can fly, but have no wings. I can float, but have no fins. I can sing, but have no mouth.
Green arrows grow out of my sides. I go from yellow to white. My babies fly in the wind. What am I?
A mile from end to end, yet as close to as a friend. A precious commodity, freely given. Seen on the dead and on the living. Found on the rich, poor, short and tall, but shared among children most of all.
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive!