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I count time, but have no end. Tick tick, but I am not a clock. What am I?
Green arrows grow out of my sides. I go from yellow to white. My babies fly in the wind. What am I?
Mountains will crumble and temples will fall. And no man can survive its endless call.
What must be in the oven yet can not be baked? Grows in the heat yet shuns the light of day? What sinks in water but rises with air? Looks like skin but is fine as hair?
I do not breathe, but I run and jump. I do not eat, but I swim and stretch. I do not drink, but I sleep and stand. I do not think, but I grow and play. I do not see, but you see me everyday.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?