Answer:
A tiny bead, like fragile glass, strung along a cord of grass.
There are millions of me. I am very small but when moving fast I am deadly.
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-Βlegged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
One day a little boy named John went over to his parents and said that he wanted to shoot people and blow them up. His parents were really proud of his career choice. What does John want to do?
What moves without seeing and cries without eyes?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.