All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?
In the land of the green glass door there are riddles but no answers, sheets but no blankets, and books but no words. Name something found in the land of the green glass door.
My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
Vikings use this for warmth.
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.
Poor people have it. Rich people need it. If you eat it you die. What is it?