Answer:
I count time, but have no end. Tick tick, but I am not a clock. What am I?
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard.
A harvest sown and reaped on the same day in an unplowed field. Which increases without growing, remains whole though it is eaten within and without. Is useless and yet the staple of nations.
You heart it speak, for it has a hard tongue. But it cannot breathe, for it has not a lung.
I never was but always will be. No one ever saw me but everyone knows I exist. I give people the motivation to better themselves every day. What am I?
I will disappear every time you say my name.