Answer:
The more holes you cover the lower it goes.
Three lives have I. Gentle enough to soothe the skin. Light enough to caress the sky. Hard enough to crack rocks.
How far will a blind dog walk into a forest?
Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
When young, I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged, I make you gay. When old, I am valued more than ever.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?