that's what makes it a tough riddle right? i said earlier that anyone could ask me yes or no questions to help solve it but no one even attempted to do that.


voiceless it cries,
wingless it flutters,
toothless bites,
mouthless mutters.

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.

my friend told me this one

'twas in heaven pronounced, and 'twas muttered in hell,
an echo caught faintly the sound as it fell;
on the confines of earth 'twas permitted to rest,
and the depths of the ocean its presence confessed;
'twill be found in the sphere when 'tis riven asunder,
be seen in the lightning and heard in the thunder.
'twas allotted to man with his earliest breath,
attends him at birth, and awaits him in death,
presides o'er his happiness, honor, and health,
is the prop of his house, and the end of his wealth.
in the heaps of the miser 'tis hoarded with care,
but is sure to be lost on the prodigal heir.
it begins every hope, every wish it must bound,
with the husbandman toils, and with monarchs is crowned.
without it the soldier, the seamen may roam,
but woe to the wretch who expels it from home!
in the whispers of conscience its voice will be found,
nor e'en in the whirlwind of passion be drowned.
'twill not soften the heart; but though deaf be the ear,
it will make it acutely and instantly hear.
yet in shade let it rest, like a delicate flower,
ah... breathe on it softly, - it dies in an hour.