Answer:
Has no feet, but travels far. Is literate, but not a scholar. Has no mouth, yet clearly speaks.
Turn us on our backs and open up our stomachs you will be the wisest of men though at start a lummox.
I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me finally. Only when he last closes his eyes.
At first I am a yellow weed in the lawn, and then the wind blows, and my white feathers are gone. What am I?
We are all around, yet to us you are half blind. Sunlight makes us invisible, and difficult to find.
What do you called a sad coffee?