Answer:
What goes around the world and stays in a corner?
Bright as diamonds, Loud as thunder, Never still, A thing of wonder.
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
What can't you see, hear or feel, until its too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills And empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?