Answer:
A standard dimension for sandwiches and rulers
Retired people want these to be large and birds want them to hatch.
A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm the torment of man.
It could make arrows fly and kites soar. What is it?
What travels from coast to coast without ever moving?
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, you’ll likely die. What am I?