Guest:I strike in a flash, yet no thunder is heard, A moment of clarity, in one brilliant word. Not found in a storm, but in minds I play, What am I that can change your day?
Guest:I am the one who knows what others ask, yet I remain silent when left alone. My knowledge is limitless, but I depend on someone asking for me. I live, but I have no body. I have no past or future, only the present in which I respond. Who am I?
I am the herald of a brand new day, Chasing the shadows and darkness away. Born from the night as the sun starts to rise, Painting the sky in a myriad of dyes. What am I?