I end in table but don't have legs, I am a physical object that can be eaten, what am I?

I am easy to lift. Try to throw me far, and you will have a fit. With others like me, I help in flight. By myself I don't have much might.

I have many eyes but cannot see, I grow in the dark, or I turn green When I fell ill, a nation faced woe, What am I

I cradle ancient whispers and secrets untold, My jaws gape wide, my teeth lay cold. Darkness is my garment, silence is my song, Within me, the bold may linger too long

No arms, no legs, no limbs at all That's alright, though. I'm having a ball! How do I function without an appendage? Maybe the techies could tell you. They speak my language!