Answer:
I ask no questions but receive a lot of answers
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths. What am I?
What has an eye but cannot see?
I always have to work with something in my eye. What am I?
Cloud is my mother. Wind is my father. I come down but never go up. What am I?
When you take away the whole from me there is always some left.