Answer:
My head bobs lazily in the sun. You think I'm cute, for my face is yellow, my hair is white and my body is green. What am I?
So cold damp and dark I am. To stay you would refrain yet those who occupy me do never complain.
Where I am there is no south, west, nor east, and weather is not fit for man or beast. What am I?
You heard me before and then again. Afterward I die, until you call me again. What am I?
What can fill a room but takes up no space?
Brings the sky a lot closer.