Answer:
What do you throw out when you need it but put away when you donβt?
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
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.
Sometimes black, sometimes white, I have veins but no blood
One by one we fall from heaven down into the depths of past, And our world is ever upturned so that yet some time weβll last.
Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.