Answer:
What is often returned but is never borrowed?
Two bodies have I, though both joined in one. The more still I stand, the quicker I run.
At first I am a yellow weed in the lawn, and then the wind blows, and my white feathers are gone. What am I?
Long legs, crooked thighs, little head, and no eyes.
My life can be measured in hours. I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?