Answer:
What comes one time in today, three times in tomorrow and never in the future?
The more I appear The less you see. So riddle me this: What could I be?
The more you take, the more you leave behind. What are they?
In the middle of night, I surround the gong. In the middle of sight, I end the song
What has roots that nobody sees, and is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet it never grows.
Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.