Riddle: I start the day small and round. Buried alive without a frown. I am fed and nourished where I stay, slowly growing in a patient way. Finally I break through my dark brown cage. Reaching towards a puffy lane. But I will never be truly free, from the cage that always binds me What am I?
Riddle: It is everywhere yet nowhere and time mars it not. All things are within it's grasp and it is within grasp of all things. It has no limits, for it does and does not exist. What is it?
Riddle: Out of a man's mouth it comes forth, lightening hearts and inspiring souls to be steadfast. Tales of old it tells, of warriors and kings, of castles and dungeons. It tells of sunshine and hills, flowers and grass. Of food and drink it encourages you to press on, of fantasies it gives you rest and delight. It carries on through ages and never an ending does it find. What is it?