Answer:
Three lives have I. Gentle enough to soothe the skin. Light enough to caress the sky. Hard enough to crack rocks.
What goes further the slower it goes?
It regulates our daily movements, but it feels no interest in our lives. It directs us when to come and go, but does not care if we pay attention. What is it?
People like this usually live in rural areas, unless they are lucky enough to strike oil and move to Beverly Hills.
Come up and let us go. Go down and here we stay
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?