Answer:
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.
Old people and owls are said to be this.
No sooner spoken than broken. What is it?
Ambitious people will climb the social version of this contraption.
What word of five letters has only one left when two letters are removed?
Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.