Fuzzy but not furry Stone at my heart One hard secret inside of me

i'm skinny, hollow, very thin i grow, you cut me back again bundle me up for winter's wind, i'll be your friend when the cows come in.

Remove my last for refuge wet Or nix my first, above you get But really I obscure, protect

A woven cradle for fruit's delight, it holds your goods from day to night. With handles strong, it bears the weight, in markets bustling, it holds your fate.

I fall from clouds in violent streaks, yet live in walls where silence speaks. Wild, I burn; controlled, I serve, the same force, bound and observed.