They say is virtue worth having and yet people dont have the time to provide this wonderful lesson

A boar without balls A garden tool that carries alls You probably know me as a word with a compounding name I too learned, learned something new with this game.

I hide beneath, yet feed the tall, Without me, life would surely fall. I drink in silence, never seen, I am the start of every green. What am I?

I’m not a flame, but I waver. Not a signal, but I blink. I exist only by refusing to stay still. What am I?

My head is full of fingers, that you drag across the ground. They pull the dead from the bed you tread, with a scraping, swooshing sound. If I lie dormant, belly up, with my fingers to the sky, Your lesson is learned, foot to head, I return, it’s ‘name of the season’ time.