I have a rope that hangs around me, but I do not have a way to stop so easy. I am often seen in at the top or bottom of hills and mountains far.

I appear in a park, but I am not a tree. You might see me in Providing shade for thee.

I wear a mask but I’m not a thief. I have tiny hands and climb with ease. You’ll find me near trash or in the trees. What Am I?

When the sun and moon play hide and seek, I appear in the sky for all to peek

I spin without a sound, yet my path is bound, with life I am crowned