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A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm the torment of man.
It could make arrows fly and kites soar. What is it?
They can be long or short; they can be grown or bought; they can be painted or left bare; they can be round or square.
It goes up and down the stairs without moving.
In spring I look gay, Covered in a green array, The warmer it gets the more clothing I wear, As the cold grows, I throw away my clothes.
Cycle Cycle Cycle.