Answer:
It moves around in circles. We see it as we turn. It keeps us always warm. Always alive and always dying, Across the sky we see it flying, But touch it and we burn.
What gets whiter the dirtier that it gets?
Children keep their assets in this.
A man without bones whose flesh is cold. A man unthinking who is always shrinking. Who is he?
A toy that requires some string and a breezy day
I can only be played on a windy day