Answer:
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills And empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.
The more you take, the more you leave behind.
At the sound of me, one may dream or stamp their feet, At the sound of me, one may laugh or sometimes weep.
Sharp and long, flag of the world. What is it?
A warrior amongst the flowers, he bears a thrusting sword. He uses it whenever he must, to defend his golden hoard.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?