Answer:
Three lives have I. Gentle enough to soothe the skin. Light enough to caress the sky. Hard enough to crack rocks.
Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
I appear in the morning. But am always there. You can never see me. Though I am everywhere. By night I am gone, though I sometimes never was. Nothing can defeat me. But I am easily gone.
What hangs others yet can unintentionally hang itself?
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?