Answer:
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt, my merest touch brings laughter.
Whilst I was engaged in sitting. I spied the dead carrying the living
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.
A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful.
I am what remains when nothing is left.What am I?
What do angels sing in the shower?