Answer:
Lighter than what I am made of, more of me is hidden than is seen. What am I?
Never resting, never still. Moving silently from hill to hill. It does not walk, run or trot. All is cool where it is not. What is it?
Everyone has me and no one can lose me. What am I?
The Titanic is still here. What am I?
I am a king who’s good at measuring stuff. What am I?
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.