Answer:
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 there when you sit, but gone when you stand. What am I?
I turn everything around, but I cannot move. When you see me, you see you! What am I?
I am a person who pretends to be someone else
As a stone inside a tree, I’ll help your words outlive thee. But if you push me as I stand, the more I move the less I am.
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk