You can see it everyday, But cannot touch it at will. What is it?

What runs around the whole yard without moving?

There is something which is always coming but never arrives?

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. What am I?

I speak without a mouth, and hear without ears. I have no-body, but I come alive with the wind. What am I?

It belongs to you, but other people use it more than you do. What is it?

If you’ve got me, you want to share me; if you share me, you haven’t kept me. What am I?

I have eight fingers and two thumbs but I do not live. What Am I?

What word is pronounced the same if you take away four of its five letters?

It is always ahead of me yet I can never see it. What is it?