I am not alive, yet I grow; having no lungs, I need air; no mouth, but water kills me What am I?
I am not odd and always even, But not four or a number driven What number am I?
I am not a clock, but I have hands I am not a book, but I have pages In me, you find projects and stages What am I?
I fly without wings, my dreams soar high, Yet heed not the wax nor the sun in the sky Bound by verses, a lesson profound, Where am I taught, and where am I found?
I flew too close, yet not with wax or feather, In whispered lines, I found my fateful weather Where learning meets a mythic, tragic class, What am I, that made the young minds pass?
I sweep and clean without a fuss, In castles grand or homes like us Not of flesh, nor bone, nor blood, Across the floors, I sweep the mud What am I?
I am often held, yet hard to touch, I'm shared with ease but kept by few In tales and books, I'm sought by many, but frowned upon when given without due What am I?
I am not a map, nor a blueprint to be seen, Yet without me, confusion reigns supreme I give order to chaos, structure to dreams, And ensure that nothing is as hard as it seems What am I?
I build cities without steel, I plan roads without cars, I draw crowds with no people What am I?
I clean but am not a broom, I cook but am not a chef, I serve but am not a waiter What am I?
I am often seen as a shield, yet no sword I wield I flutter above as you blink, protecting your eye quicker than you think What am I?
I am worn by many to events so grand, Yet hold no fabric in my hand I stand for elegance, a night so fine, But I'm not a garment, just a sign What am I?
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I am not alive, yet I grow; having no lungs, I need air; no mouth, but water kills me What am I?