Dead and Bound
Dead and bound,
what once was free.
What made no sound,
Now sings with glee.
What is it?
Any wooden, stringed instrument (guitar, violin, cello, ukulele, etc)
Lighter Than a Feather
I’m lighter than a feather but even the world’s strongest man can’t hold me for more than a few minutes. What am I?
Breath. Air is light, but even Stig Severinsen, the world record holder can only hold his breath for 22 minutes. The world’s strongest man can’t beat that, but you can have the pleasure of telling him to his face.
When I Point Up It’s Bright
When I point up, it’s bright.
When I point down, it’s dark.
What am I?
A light switch
Reaching Stiffly For The Sky
Reaching stiffly for the sky,
I bare my fingers when it’s cold
In warmth I wear an emerald glove
And in between I dress in gold
A deciduous tree.
Hear a Lot, Say a Lot
I hear a lot
And I say a lot
Few ever look for me
And even fewer ever hear me
I hide in plain sight
Whether its day or night
To help is all I want
But most like to bend me
And as if they had a wand
Never again shall anyone find me
They do this to control
Without realizing the high price of a soul
But when I’m least expected
They’d rather be protected
For there shall be no place to hide
What am I?
The truth.
I Run Up The Stairs
I run up and down the stairs without moving. What am I?
A rug.
I See Much But Change Little
I see much but change little,
I am firm, irresolute,
Powerful but gentle,
I can rip apart mountains,
Yet be moved by gentle stirrings,
I am valued and wasted,
I am life itself,
And I give life to others.
What am I?
A tree. A tall one can see long distances but don’t change much. They are strong and powerful, and the roots of a tree can slowly tear apart a mountain. The gentle stirrings of the wind can blow their branches and leaves. Trees are valuable as they provide wood and paper, but they are also wasted. And lastly, trees, like all plants, provide us with life-giving oxygen.