Answer:
What never ends but you always have it
If four people can repair four bicycles in four hours, how many bicycles can eight people repair in eight hours?
It moves around in circles. We see it as we turn. It keeps us always warm. Always alive and always dying, Across the sky we see it flying, But touch it and we burn.
I am grew up outside society, I am wild, my voice echoes throughout the jungle and nature is my playground. Who am I?
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?