Answer:
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
Whatβs black in the morning, red in the afternoon, and white at night?
It floats over the land, It cuts the tallest mountain, Its voice is like a fountain, Its body like a snake, Will flow into a lake.
It is a path of cow juice spread across the sky but cannot be seen by the naked eye
One by one we fall from heaven down into the depths of past, And our world is ever upturned so that yet some time weβll last.
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail