When I walk, it walks. When I run, it runs. When I scream it does nothing. I may wear coloured clothes, But its colour doesn't change.
What is it?
Your Shadow.
It is Shadow
It flies, it walks, it runs on land, It takes, it gives, but without hands, It carries and delights, Falls and frights. Normally a creature of white it is. What is it?
Never resting, never still. Moving silently from hill to hill. It does not walk, run or trot, All is cool where it is not. What is it?
