I hang in the breeze but never fly, I whisper a song as the wind passes by. With metal or glass, I can softly ring, A little touch makes my music sing.

My nose is long, my ears are wide, Two white swords are by my side. The biggest one upon the land, Who am I? You understand.

On the outside, I am blue. But if you remove my skin I become green. Crush me, and I turn purple. What am I?

I’m light as a feather, yet born to begin,
 a delicate thing that lets warmth enter in. I’m gathered for when the weather turns cold, taken from nature, quiet and old. I need only a spark, a flicker, a glow,
 and suddenly light begins to grow. I can be kindling, yet mostly not quite,
 a glimmer of hope in the dark of night. 
 What am I?

A drill bit with an indestructible core... A luxury forever more.