Answer:
What goes around the world and stays in a corner?
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
You seek it out, when your hunger is ripe. It sits on four legs, and smokes a pipe.
Thousands lay up gold within this house. But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, but no man wards it.
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?