I have a head but no face, my body swings with force and grace. I drive points home without a word, creating harmony in wood and board.

I cover eyes so you can safely see, where water, wind, or sparks may be.

I’m here to help and come in pairs, use me to measure what am I .

A wealth of knowledge I offer thee, or to worlds unknown I let you flee. Crafted from what forests provided, with ink my destiny shall be decided.

I’m born from fire and made of clay. I build up cities and keep weather away. Stack me with others to watch walls grow. What little thing am I, do you know?