I stand in legions, yet alone I grow, My children fall but never truly go. I've witnessed empires, outlived king and squire. I die standing up, yet feed the floor. What am I?

A bird we all know, whose name means winged finger. This has been dead for a very long time, and it starts with a letter not needed. It’s on display all over the world; you just have to go see the exhibit.

In this place no one can hear you scream and also devoid of anything we enjoy here on Earth

A long dancing tail, No feet on the ground, I soar through the air, When things blow down. But alone I just sit, Which isn’t much fun, For liftoff what’s needed, Is others to run.

I once hugged the heart of a fragrant bloom, softly I drift on the gentle plume. I fall to the ground when my time is done, bright and kissed by the golden sun.