The Billy Lids

No sooner spoken than broken. What is it?

Silence.

Feed me and I live. Give me to drink and I die. What am I?

Fire.

I pass before the sun yet make no shadow. What am I?

Wind.

This is as light as a feather, yet no man can hold it for long. What is it?

One's breath.

If you break me, I'll not stop working. If you can touch me, my work is done. If you lose me, you must find me with a ring soon after. What am I?

The human heart.

We are very little creatures;
all of us have different features.
One of us in glass is set,
One of us you'll find in jet,
Another you may see in tin,
And a fourth is boxed within.
If the fifth you should pursue,
It can never fly from you.
What are we?

A,E,I,O,U. Vowels.

Where may you find roads without cars, forests without trees, rivers without water, and cities withou houses?

On a map.

I have a hundred legs but cannot stand, a long neck but no head; I ease the maid's life. What am I?

A broom.

Cannot be seen, cannot be felt, cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
It lies behind the stars and beneath the hills, ends life and kills laughter. What is it? The dark.

This thing runs but cannot walk,
Sometimes sings but never talks.
Lacks arms, has hands;
Lacks a head but has a face.
What is it?

A clock.