Answer:
I fly, yet I have no wings. I cry, yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me. Lower light I never see.
Two brothers we are, great burdens we bear. All day we are bitterly pressed. Yet this I will say, we are full all the day, and empty when go to rest.
Three little letters. A paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
Left to right Iām quite bright. Right to left I might bite.
Hoofed frolicking.
What is lighter than what it is made of?