I die half my life and live the rest.
I dance without music and breathe without breath.

What am I ?

A tree. Half of the year, it flourishes in spring, while the other half (winter), it loses all its leaves and essentialy 'dies'. When the tree sways in the wind, you could call that 'dancing', and when it absorbs CO2, you could call that 'breathing without breath'.

Posted by artemis on 2005-03-06 15:53:20