Answer:
In the sun it likes to play; In the rain it goes away; Walk or run it always follows; In the mud it always wallows.
They're big and yet so far away, We see them at the end of day. They're small and they're above. We see them when we close our eyes, Each time we are in love.
Break it and it gets better, immediately set and harder to break again.
What is between heaven and earth?
What smells the most in the kitchen?
What is always coming but never arrives?