My days are numbered. What am I?
I shave several times a day, yet I still have a beard. What am I?
I am gentle enough to soothe your skin,
light enough to fly in the sky,
strong enough to crack rocks.
What am I?
I have hands but cannot clap
I go through a door but never go in, and never come out. What am I?
I roam through the lands hoping to rescue my love. I search high and low and will stomp on you if you get in my way!