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?
Sometimes I fly as fast as the speed of light. Sometime I crawl as slow as a snail. Unknown until I am measured but you will certainly miss me when I’m gone. What am I?
He is strongest when you see him as round, but he is often viewed in other forms. He lifts and drops the sea with his tremendous strength, and a man with a name like ‘powerful bicep’ was the first to tread on him. What is he?
