Answer:
When it comes in, From sea to shore, Twenty paces you'll see, No less, no more.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?
Come up and let us go. Go down and here we stay.
What is it that makes tears without sorrow and takes its journey to heaven?
I went to the woods and got it, when i got it didn’t want it, looked for it, couldn’t find it so I took it home.
My days are numbered. What am I?