What is opened by the blood of its makers and causes the earth to tremble when used?
I'm spoken on stage, in whispers and roars, Crafted in pages, my heart often soars Bound in a book, yet alive in the light, I am both the quiet day and the loud night
I am not seen but often heard, I can be thin as a whisper or loud as a crowd What am I?
I have no sleeves, yet I cover your arms, In summer's heat, I work like a charm Worn in fields or on tropical farms, What am I that protects without qualms?
I come in silence, deadly and precise, Often unseen until the final trice I can be bought, yet honor no master, Ending lives, causing disaster What am I?
I wave high with pride and might, Colors bold in morning light For every heart that feels akin, Under me, they stand and sing What am I?
I am not seen but often heard, I may not speak but respond to your words Always close but never touch, if held too tightly, I disappear as such What am I?
I stand with many seats, but rarely rest, Echoes of sound, where artists invest From opera, rock, to a symphony, I host them all, but what could I be?
I am a house that lacks a family, yet filled with roots and blooms aplenty; atop the buildings, I rest with ease, bringing green to urban seas What am I?
I grow where trains and buses cannot tread, High above the city’s busy sprawl In concrete jungles, I make my bed, Where sun and rain on my leaves do fall What am I?
I dance in the breeze but I'm not a leaf, I lack common sense which often brings grief People might send me, but you never receive, What am I, often found in a sheaf?
I have a face that never frowns, hands that do not touch, and eyes that do not see What am I?
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What is opened by the blood of its makers and causes the earth to tremble when used?