Answer:
Never ahead, ever behind, yet flying swiftly past, for a child, I last forever, for adults, I'm gone too fast.
In my yard there's a bed with no pillows a trunk with no clothes a branch with no leaves. What am I looking at?
When you stop and look you can always see me. If you try to touch you cannot feel me. I cannot move but as you near me I will move away from you.
In spring, I am gay in handsome array. In summer, more clothing I wear. When colder it grows, I fling off my clothes. In winter, quite naked appear. What am I?
I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night, never alone. My tongue hangs out, waiting to be fed during the day. What am I?
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.