Answer:
We are five little objects of an everyday sort, You will find us all in a tennis court.
As beautiful as the setting sun, as delicate as the morning dew. An angel's dusting from the stars. That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon.
What flies without wings?
A mile from end to end, yet as close to as a friend. A precious commodity, freely given. Seen on the dead and on the living. Found on the rich, poor, short and tall, but shared among children most of all.
Big as a biscuit, deep as a cup, but even a river canβt fill it up. What is it?
Iβm grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.