Answer:
I am the black child of a white father a wingless bird flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me even though there is no cause for grief and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.
You went into the woods and got me. You sat down to seek me. You brought me home with yourself because you couldn't find me. What am I?
I soar without wings I see without eyes. I've traveled the universe to and fro. I've conquered the world yet I've never been anywhere but home.
Man walks over, man walks under, in times of war he burns asunder. What is it?
When young, I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged, I make you gay. When old, I am valued more than ever. What am I?
Give it food and it will live, give it water and it will die.