Answer:
Wind and cord combine, buzzing in the box. In all this we find, though to some the use is lost. What am I?
I welcome the day with a show of light. I steathily came here in the night. I bathe the earthy stuff at dawn but by noon, I'm gone. What am I?
What goes through towns and over hills but never moves?
I march before armies a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover one-legged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
I am the word that is always spelled correctly by everyone.
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.