Riddle: There is one word that stands the test of time and holds fast to the center of everything. Though everyone will try at least once in their life to move around this word, but in fact, unknowingly, they use it every moment of the day. Young or old, awake or in sleep, human or animal, this word stands fast. It belongs to everyone, to all living things, but no one can master it. The word is?
Riddle: I am black of eye and bright of hair And my feet are firmly in the ground. I love the sun upon my face And I follow it around. When I am dead and gone tis said, That I will droop real low, That I will keep the birds well fed, Standing stiff there in my row. What am I?
Riddle: You feel me but you do not see, you covet me but you do not reach me, I feed your anger and I sicken your desire to satisfy me, with every look. What am I?