Answer:
I march before armies, a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory, but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover, one-Βlegged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
Be sure to shout for its answers are weak, but there is no language it cannot speak.
Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
What gets closer when you blink?
The more you take, the more you leave behind.
What do angels sing in the shower?