Answer:
I am the black child of a white father a wingless bird flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me even though there is no cause for grief and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.
I'm sometimes white but most often I'm black. I take you there but never bring you back.
I am gentle enough to soothe your skin, light enough to fly in the sky, strong enough to crack rocks. What am I?
Brown I am and much admired. Many horses have I tried. Tire a horse and worry a man, tell me this riddle if you can. What am I?
I am commonly ate before I'm born and after I'm dead.
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.