Answer:
When the creeper passes, all the grass kneels
What is it that was given to you, belongs only to you. And yet your friends use it more than you do?
Scythe of darkness, Shadow’s light. Guiding eye of thirteenth sight.
What has roots that nobody sees, and is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet it never grows.
I count time, but have no end. Tick tick, but I am not a clock. What am I?
It rows quickly with four oars but never comes out from under his own roof. What is it?