I can be of gold, iron or salt, What am I?

I have arms but no hands, and a bridge with no water. I have to stick close to your face unless I fall off.

Some keep ice, an Igloo’s nice. A cold front brings this air to life. A pillow’s other side at night. Too hot to eat? Wait for this to bite.

I carry words but have no voice, I travel far without a choice. Sending lovely message for all read, Will you be there to plan the seed.

I may be heard before I’m seen, In brittle wood or tempers mean. I strike with teeth or angry tone, then fade as quickly as I’ve shown.