A woven cradle for fruit's delight, it holds your goods from day to night. With handles strong, it bears the weight, in markets bustling, it holds your fate.

My objective is to confuse. My objective is to give clarity. I use words and phrases big and long, or tiny and small. I am a game to some, a nuisance to others. The only important thing is what am I to you?

I fall from clouds in violent streaks, yet live in walls where silence speaks. Wild, I burn; controlled, I serve, the same force, bound and observed.

I am a virtue, hard to embrace, A virtue that helps you win every race, What am I, that dictates time and space?

Many roll with me in hand or otherwise. I can decide fate with a flick of the wrist. I care not who rolls with me, for as long as I am not weighed I am fare to all sides. What am I?