I connect what stands apart, Yet I have no hands or heart. I carry messages near and far, Linking people, places, every star. With many paths, I do my work, What am I, where connections lurk?

I house the feathered, yet I am not the sky, Where singers and gliders safely gather high. A roof of wire or glass, a domain of song, Name my six letters, where do the warblers belong?

Made to secure a window or door, a simple yet effective thing. Once attached I can open or close, keeping out thieves and weirdos with ease.

I'll bet you a dollar to a donut that you looked through one of these as a kid. What am I?

Mountains birthed me, wind made me fly, I drown your feet where oceans lie. Kids build castles from my skin, Time itself is trapped within. What am I?