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Malaria or Mesquito
I've got one to ask.
In marble walls as white as milk
Inside a skin as smooth as silk
Within a sea, crystal clear
A golden treasure shall appear.
No doors are there to this stronghold
Yet thieves break in to steal the gold.
Ok, I legitimately just made this one up. I'm not actually a poet or anything like that, but sometimes inspiration strikes. Probably an easy one but here goes...
On me you do rely,
Without me you all may die
Those in the field beg me to stay,
But say those in the city, "go away"
Enough of me and life will bloom,
Too much of me may spell your doom
My arrival makes children cry,
'Till 7 colors cross the sky
@Lelouche Vi Britannia : Rain.
@ZoriaRPG : Electricity.
How about this one?
The poorest have it, the richest need it, but if either were to eat it, they would slowly die.