I come off a beautiful creature, which soars in the sky. I come off a peckish creature, which has a tail as mighty as the sun! I am sometimes dirty, and parents beg you not to pick me up. What am I ??
feathers....
I come out of the earth; I am sold in the market. He who buys me cuts my tail, takes off my suit of silk, and weeps beside me when I am cut. What am I?
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face, Careering along, yet always in place — The thought has often come into my mind If I ever shall see thy glorious behind. What am I?
A thing which is Live ,as we use it Everyday for watching this Beautiful Nature,and has high auto-focusing strength!!! so what is it??
