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.
Light me up in backyard gatherings
A young man wants to have me but when he has me, he no longer wants me. What am I?
I am all around you, but you cannot see me. I have no throat, but you can hear me. Valued during summer but despised in the winter. What am I?
Turns me on my backs and open up my stomach. You will be the wisest of men though at start a lummox.
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.