Riddle: I am somewhere far below, where no light goes. Here, all a man can do is hack away until at last the shiny things reveal themselves. What am I?
Riddle: Though I may lack in emotion, My life is filled with devotion, Daily I mimic your motion, But of me, you have no notion.
I'm downcast when you me forsake, From me, my sons, some people take, Perhaps to fry, or salad make, Or to hydrate for their skin's sake.
What am I?
Riddle: I can easily get lost or stolen, I am highly noticeable, I'm bigger than an iPhone, I can only fit in a backpack and I'm only allowed to stay at home for safety.
Riddle: I am as light as a feather, yet the strongest of men cannot hold me for more than a minute. I am with you from the day you are born to the day you die. I can be as putrid as onions and garlic, yet as pleasant as freshly picked roses. What am I?