Riddle: I glow, but not automatically. I am awake at night, but never at day. When you turn me on, I say: "Good morning dear, it is time to get up." What am I?
Riddle: You blow me away, but you never let go. You put me here and there, somewhere. I am light as a feather, but very disgusting, And once I let go, I'll let you sing. What am I?