Answer:
What is deaf, dumb, and blind, but always tells the truth?
I am beautiful up in the sky. I am magical yet I cannot fly. To people I bring luck to some people riches. The boy at my end does whatever he wishes
Bright as diamonds, loud as thunder, never still, a thing of wonder. What am I?
I am merry creature in pleasant time of year as in but certain seasons I sing that you can hear; And yet I'm made a by-word A very perfect mock; Compared to foolish persons And silliest of all folk.
I am not alive but I can die. What am I?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.