Answer:
What is it which builds things up? Lays mountains low? Dries up lakes, and makes things grow? Cares not a whim about your passing? And is like few other things, because it is everlasting?
What has a big mouth, yet never speaks?
I work when I play and play when I work.
Today he is there to trip you up. And he will torture you tomorrow. Yet he is also there to ease the pain, when you are lost in grief and sorrow.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail