Answer:
Autumn leaves and bad bowlers wreak havoc on this
Large as a mountain, small as a pea, Endlessly swimming in a water-less sea.
More precious than gold, but cannot be bought, Can never be sold, only earned if itβs sought, If it is broken it can still be mended, At birth it canβt start nor by death is it ended.
This only turns over once you have traveled very far. What is it?
Who spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals. And hides at night?
What do angels sing in the shower?