Answer:
What is it that was given to you, belongs only to you. And yet your friends use it more than you do?
What gets closer when you blink?
I scribble forms of the finest letter, And repel elements of the harshest weather. I am an arrow-aimer and a dust-breaker.
You saw me where I never was and where I could not be. And yet within that very place, my face you often see.
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.
In your fire you hear me scream! Creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.