When people cut me, I do not bleed. They use me, but then they leave. I die, but then revive. I change my appearance as time goes by. What am I?
It could be a tree.
The things I bite, do not bleed, I do not bite until you push me; I bring my victims together each time I bite, But they will come undone if you pull it just right. What am I?
I was always in the beginning of time but faded as time passed by. When people use me in a sentence they never forget to use good grammar. When people play dice with me they never win against me but I hate gambling. When people find me they always get a heart of a lion. Who am I?
I'm old, but give information people still use Upon reflection, I can change some long-held views I know my place, I don't invade your space If you'll just visit, I'll show a fresh face Can you see what I am? Look again at the the clues.
