Answer:
What grows in winter, dies in summer, and grows roots upward?
It is a part of us, and then replaced. It escapes out bodies, to a better place. The world becomes its sizeable home. Its passions unrestraint, the planet it roams.
Though I wander the earth, I am no longer here. I am pale and I chill everyone near. Who am I?
According to the music industry, you can count on a midnight train and the devil to turn up here.
A hill full, a hole full; yet you cannot catch a bowl full. What is it?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?