I travel far without a sound, Through air or space I move around. I tell you when to stop or go, or share a message you should know.

Salt and pepper, white or red, many other shades can crown this head. Sprouting from a human face, despite the wish to keep it chaste.

A warm embrace on a winter's day, blurring lines and softening edges, often found on a peach or a teddy bear.

What has a barrel, can kill you, yet many people enjoy interacting with?

Blow into me and I grow, release me and I shrink, depending on what you use, I’ll make your voice squeak