Crawl on the Earth, Rise on Pillar
I crawl on the earth and rise on a pillar.
What am I?
A shadow.
Flora Not Fauna
I am flora, not fauna,
I am foliage, not trees,
I am shrubbery, not grass,
What am I?
A bush.
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.
I Met An Old Man On London Bridge
I met an old man on London bridge,
As the sun set on the ridge,
He tipped his hat and drew his name,
And cheated at the guessing game.
What was the man’s name?
Andrew. In the third line, “and drew his name”. It works better when you say it since the spelling is a bit off when written.
Never Dies Or Gets Worn Out
What is deep within you, never dies or gets worn out, and only needs some fire from time to time?
Your soul. Your soul is deep inside of you, it never dies and at various points in our lives we all get fired up about something.