Answer:
I pass before the sun but make no shadow. What am I?
I twist and turn and leave a loop. What am I?
I run up and down the stairs without moving. What am I?
My geometry is lost in the night to be found in daylight's break. The rigors of time have torn me to shreds, yet I stand to protect that which lies within. What am I?
I am made of wood but can't be sawed? What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?