Answer:
The more you take, the more you leave behind.
What is weightless but it needs two person to hold it?
What surrounds the world, yet dwells within a thimble?
When the creeper passes, all the grass kneels
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
In your fire you hear me scream! Creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.