I bring the news of tomorrow to you, if the weatherman lies I can show you the truth. Come to me when the sun is low, and shut me up when it gets too cold! Here I go I'll show you a sight, day or night...what am I?

In this car you've a smooth and slow ride. Everyone gets a turn inside. But though it sounds fun, when it's over and done, those who know you a river have cried.

In the shoelace's dance, I'm the wee tip o' gold, Keepin' yer laces from frayin' brave and bold. Though small as a leprechaun's treasure, I'm the wee charm that holds it all together.

My size by nature makes me hard to see If creature I am not, listening I may be I am for humans a vexation, for machines a contradiction Though in both I can pave the path to affliction

I’m dug by the living for the ones who can’t speak, Secrets whisper from me when the moon hangs low, Detectives disturb me for bones long forgotten, Yet once I claim you, no man ever escapes.