Can’t Be Touched, Can Be Felt
It can’t be touched, but can be felt.
It can’t be opened, but can be gone into.
Those who seek it always find it under something,
yet it moves from place to place.
Shade. You can’t touch shade, but you can feel its coolness. You can’t open shade but you can go into it. If you’re looking for shade it always has to be underneath something to block the light and shade moves as the light does.
Written by Sef Daystrom
This Is What Some People Do
This is what some people do,
For a compliment or two,
Anglers do it on a bank,
Others keep theirs in a tank.
What am I?
A fish. Some people fish for compliments, anglers are fishermen and fish live in a tank.
Leaves That Don’t Fall
I have wood but no bark,
And leaves that don’t fall,
I am made up of branches,
and come in sizes of all.
I am completely devoured many times,
over and over by a worm of a kind.
If you want to know the answer of mine,
look for the secret that I’ve stored inside.
What am I?
A library or bookstore.
Mountain at Night, Morning a Meadow
In the night a mountain in the morning a meadow. What am I?
A bed.