Answer:
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful.
What do you throw out when you need it but put away when you donβt?
When I live I cry, If you don't kill me I'll die.
I open wide and tight I shut, Sharp am I and paper-cut fingers too, so do take care, I'm good and bad, so best beware.
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, youβll likely die. What am I?