Answer:
A harvest sown and reaped on the same day In an unplowed field, Which increases without growing, Remains whole though it is eaten Within and without, Is useless and yet The staple of nations.
Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb!
A house with two occupants, sometimes one, rarely three. Break the walls, eat the boarders, then throw away me.
As destructive as life, As healing as death; An institutioner of strife, Just as prone to bless. It is all that is good, Yet with an evil trend; As it was the beginning of things, It can also be the end.
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.
I'm the source of all emotion but I'm caged in a white prison.