What is it the more you take, the more you leave behind?
What do you use to hoe a row, slay a foe, and wring with woe?
Be you ever so quick, with vision keen, by your eyes, we are never seen. Unless perchance it should come to pass, you see our reflection in a looking glass. What are we?
The first one that said
1. Footprints
2. Hands
and 3. eyes
YOU ARE THE WINNER!