I have a head, but no eyes. I have a neck, but no shoulders. I can make a lot of noise, but I cannot speak. I help build, but I can also destroy. What am I?

The home of a night full of stars, lake of water lilies, and lady who doesn’t smile. What am I?

A salt often found on a countertop. In certain settings, don't let it drop.

I open paths you can’t go through. I turn but only you will move. When you lay thee down to sleep, protection through the night, I’ll keep. Lest you forget to use me right, someone may wake you with a fright.

What’s stepped on in order to be carved? Made in order to be taken. Or chosen at a fork?