It is as light as a feather, yet the strongest of men cannot hold it for more than a minute. It is with you from the day you are born to the day you die. It can be as putrid as onions and garlic, yet as pleasant as freshly picked roses. What is it?
Men are just as small as stars to me but men can see me while the stars cannot. I am a reflection of the ocean and fire but never earth though without an earth you cannot have me. What am I?
I’m hard as a rock, and as light as a feather. I’m passed on to one another. Poor people need me, and rich people have me. What am I?
