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 stink in living but when dead smells good.
If you lose one of me, you are upset, bewildered, and perplexed. If you lose two of me, you are blissfully unaware. What am I?
A little pool with two layers of wall around it. One white and soft and the other dark and hard, amidst a light brown grassy lawn with an outline of a green grass. What am I?
I have no bed to sleep and no palace to live. I don't have a single coin but I am known as king. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?