One by one we fall from heaven, Down into the depths of past And our world is ever upturned So that yet some time we'll last. What am i?
For our ambrosia we were blessed, By Jupiter, with a sting of death. Though our might, to some is jest, We have quelled the dragon's breath. Who are we?
Guess me: Never ahead, ever behind, Yet flying swiftly past; For a child I last forever, For adults I'm gone too fast. What am I ?
We are three brothers, running behind each other. Always running round our mother: one after the other, yet no matter how fast we run, we never touches each other. What are we?
