Riddle: What does man love more than life, Fear more than death or mortal strife, what the poor have, the rich require, And what contented people desire, What the sky spends, and the prince saves, And all men carry to the grave?
Riddle: Weight in my belly, Trees on my back, Nails in my ribs, Feet I do lack, Now you have heard, The clues I shall give, So now it's your turn to guess what this is. What am I?