I can tell you the time, but I cannot tell you the numbers. People use me to measure the fleeting hours..

I can bring death, but end no lives. I contain the sun and moon, but I am not the sky. I can show you the world without needing to bring you outside.

I have a tree like structure, but I do not have a wooden stump like a tree. I am often seen in the plate of a crying baby .

I end in table but don't have legs, I am a physical object that can be eaten, what am I?

As light as a feather, perhaps lighter still... I might sound complete, but I'll eat till I'm filled. Put me in anything... I'll just make it lighter. I'm in all your clothing, till you close me tighter.