It is the water of life, but seeing too much of it is never good. It is what binds families together, but it can be defied. What is it?
The answer is blood
I know you may like to eat sugar, but when you eat too much of it and your blood-sugar levels rise, then my good friend Pancreas releases me into the bloodstream to restore blood sugar levels to their norm.
Life accepts me, death rejects me. Families know me. A burden I shall be but in time, life will come forth from me. What am I?
Sip the cool clear water, Pounce from where you hide, Re-wind an old alarm clock, In steps it too can bide, Nice box that you can rest on, Great winter now has died. What is it?
