Answer:
What is it which builds things up? Lays mountains low? Dries up lakes, and makes things grow? Cares not a whim about your passing? And is like few other things, because it is everlasting?
You are having a bad day if 12 peers deem you to be this
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt, my merest touch brings laughter.
Flat as a leaf, round as a ring. Has two eyes, can't see a thing.
Look into my face and I'm everybody. Scratch my back and I'm nobody.
I can only be played on a windy day