Crimson I am born, yellow I dance, ebony I die. What am I?
I have no mind or a soul. I've been eternally attached since man's dawn. My kind disappear on and off, to everyone I accompany them to their death, and buried with them, then I hide away when the casket shuts. What am I?
The more you take the more you leave behind. What is it?
What flies when it's born, lies when it's alive, and runs when it's dead?
What has a mouth, a bed and can sometimes be slow but can also be fast and can roar?