Answer:
My life can be measured in hours. I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
You should keep it as straight as can be, yet very few do. Most of the time it's slightly bent or curved. Your sadness usually causes it to bend further, but donβt bend it for too long or it may never be able to fully straighten out again. What is it?
My first is in fish but no in snail. My second is in rabbit but no in tail. My third is in up but not in down. My fourth is in tiara but not in crown. My fifth is in tree you plainly see. My whole a food for you and me.
What can't you see, hear or feel, until its too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
Iβm grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.