I start as a seed yet grow sky-high, My body is hollow, though closer you spy. I bend with the wind but rarely I break, In panda’s delight, their hunger I slake. What am I?

without this a ship may not move and yet the wind must also favor as to

Up and down, top and side. Not big but small, rolling right along

I’m the color of warning and warmth, of ripened fields and rising suns. I shine without being gold. What am I?

I speak in pairs but never make a sound, Write a lifetime without pen or ground. Four symbols bind, yet none are seen, I copy myself to stay in-routine.