Hairy and round A milky delight Cut me in half To emulate horses in flight

I can be any color but. I have no race I can decay but never die

Ring around my eye Helps me read, but I won't lie Two would work better

Flip me, clip me, put me on a wall Put me on a stand or show me in a call Use me for a star or a seat or a chore Keep me in the boat to take you back to shore What am I?

A traveler diverging from a wooden spine, reaching out toward the sky, sometimes home to a chirping choir, yet always connected to the heart of a towering elder.