Answer:
One by one we fall from heaven down into the depths of past, And our world is ever upturned so that yet some time we’ll last.
In your fire you hear me scream, creaking and whining, yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
They can be harbored, but few hold water. You can nurse them, but only by holding them against someone else. You can carry them, but not with your arms. You can bury them, but not in the earth.
I'm not really more than holes tied to more holes. I'm strong as good steel, though not as stiff as a pole.
There are millions of me. I am very small but when moving fast I am deadly.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?