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As beautiful as the setting sun, as delicate as the morning dew. An angel's dusting from the stars. That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon.
I do not breathe, but I run and jump. I do not eat, but I swim and stretch. I do not drink, but I sleep and stand. I do not think, but I grow and play. I do not see, but you see me everyday.
I'm the source of all emotion, but I'm caged in a white prison.
At first I am a yellow weed in the lawn, and then the wind blows, and my white feathers are gone. What am I?
What can be forever wound up but never annoyed?
What never asks questions but receives a lot of answers?