I'm hiding in the air,
I'm hiding everywhere.
Under your bed,
In your cupboard,
I'm hiding everywhere.
What am I?
I have three eyes, all in a line.
When the red one opens, all freezes.
What am I?
Make me thy lyre, even as the forests are.
What if my leaves fell like its own --
The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
Will take from both a deep autumnal tone.
A woman with no driver license goes the wrong way on a one-way street and turns left at a corner with a 'no left' turn sign. A policeman sees her but does nothing. Why?
The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind.
What is it?
