Answer:
What is it which builds things up? Lays mountains low? Dries up lakes, and makes things grow? Cares not a whim about your passing? And is like few other things, because it is everlasting?
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
I build up castles. I tear down mountains. I make some men blind. I help others to see.
It is by nature, soft as silk; A puffy cloud, white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop
What can't you see, hear or feel, until its too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
What do angels sing in the shower?