I’m at the beginning of the end
and the start of eternity,
at the end of time and space,
in the middle of yesterday
but nowhere in tomorrow.
What am I?
I am the black child of a white father, a wingless bird, flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me, even though there is no cause for grief, and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air. What am I?
I am pronounced as a one letter alphabet.
I am written with three letters.
I am complete with just two letters.
I am double.
I am blue I am black I am brown I am gray I am yellow and I am green.
I can read from both ends.
I appear the same every way!
What am I?