The Daily Riddle

What is the one thing in the world that can speak all languages?

Late afternoons I often bathe.I’ll soak in water piping hot.My essence goes through my see through clothes.Used up am I; I’ve gone to pot.

Round I start, yet no shape have I.Allow me to breathe, and my life will die.The older I grow, the more sought after I become.You will feel much better when I am done.

Without a bridle, or a saddle,across a thing I ride a-straddle.And those I ride, by help of me,though almost blind, are made to see.

Everything I hear I say to others around.I’m not an animal, nor part of the human race.I will, immediately, repeat after you;But only if my tails in place.

Though small I am, yet, when entire,I’ve force to set the world on fire.Take off a letter and it’s clearMy paunch will hold a herd of deer:Dismiss another, and you will findI once contained all humankind.

I have a hundred legs, but cannot stand.I have a long neck, but no head.I cannot see, and I’m neat and tidy as can be.

My first three are a term in golf,The next three show up in drawings.My first four are less than a whole,And all of me is a celebration.

Eating white is what I mostly do.If quick enough, a fruit and some things blue.When you see pink, sky blue, orange, or redIt would be wise to turn my yellow head.

Without a partner, I sit here mutely,My grace and beauty for you to reckon.Bright head above a regal neck, soft curves,And promise of my rich voice do beckon.I’m inevitably hollow, the fretful type,But with practice, I could be your soul mate:If you hold me just right, I’ll resonate your spiritIn faultless pitch, your song to elevate.