Answer:
I can climb mountains, cross streams, handle hundreds of feet each day, yet I never move. What am I?
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.
*forward* *backwards*is what I do all day. I come in all different shapes and sizes. I can be scary and I can calm you down.
I am the black child of a white father a wingless bird flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me even though there is no cause for grief and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.
I am a five letter word. If you remove my first letter I am a form of energy. Remove my first two and I am needed to live. Scramble the last three and you can drink me. What am I?
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.