Answer:
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt my merest touch brings laughter.
Die without me, never thank me. Walk right through me, never feel me. Always watching, never speaking. Always lurking, never seen. What am I?
I turn everything around, but I cannot move. When you see me, you see you! What am I?
I am bought by the yard but worn by the foot
Without a bridle, or a saddle, across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride, by help of me, though almost blind, are made to see. What am I?
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.