Answer:
A harvest sown and reaped on the same day In an unplowed field, Which increases without growing, Remains whole though it is eaten Within and without, Is useless and yet The staple of nations.
One by one we fall from heaven down into the depths of past, And our world is ever upturned so that yet some time we’ll last.
I climb higher when hot, But beware my rage, I’ll kill with a breath, If I can escape my cage
It holds no blessings in disguise. Its rhymes are aimed at your demise, it's cast only to ruin, Whatever you are doin'.
Two brothers we are, great burdens we bear. All day we are bitterly pressed. Yet this I will say, we are full all the day, and empty when go to rest.
The strangest creature you'll ever find: Two eyes in front and many many more behind.