Answer:
I move without wings Between silken string I leave as you find My substance behind.
I stare at you, you stare at me.I have three eyes, yet can't see.Every time I blink, I give you commands.You do as you are told, with your feet and hands.What am I?
Every night I'm told what to do, and each morning I do what I'm told. But I still don't escape your scold. What am I?
I am a delicious way of representing data.
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.