Answer:
I am an animal and a hair product
I run smoother than any rhyme I love to fall but cannot climb.
I am round. I have only one line. Circle is not my name indeed. What am I?
cloud is my mother wind is my father.
I have roots that no one sees and I am taller than trees. Up, up I go, but never do I grow. What am I?
What is always coming but never arrives?