It cannot be seen, it cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt, Lies behind stars and under hills, and empty holes it fills. Comes first follows after, Ends life kills laughter.

I am felt by all; man, woman, and child. I never take, just linger and wait. I am a truth, but not of love. I am not pain, but hated just the same. I must be faced, so I can fade away. I am not evil nor vile, just a truth of life. What am I?

I’m sharp and soft Hardly aloft a prepositional tool and cannot be kept by a fool What am I?

At first I was one and only one. Then I became two and grew grew. I further became three through and through. I moved to five and began to thrive. I jumped to eight and ate and ate. Unending I grew forever and never undue. What am I?

They say is virtue worth having and yet people dont have the time to provide this wonderful lesson