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 Always Tell the Truth
You see me quite often,
But don’t really care.
If you pass by me,
You’ll often stop and stare.
I can’t speak or see,
But don’t think me uncouth,
Because no matter what,
I always tell the truth.
What am I?
A mirror.
Lives in the Corner
What lives in the corner but travels the world?
A postage stamp.
Three Eyes But One Leg
I have three eyes but only one leg.
I still close one even if you beg.
What am I?
A traffic light. It has three “eyes” (the red, orange and green lights) and the leg is the pole holding it up. Many people beg the light to stay green as they’re approaching.
Tear One Off And Scratch My Head
Tear one off and scratch my head. What once was red is black instead. What am I?
A match.
This is a duplicate of red black instead, but I’m leaving them both to avoid broken links.
I’m Something You Might Eat But I Also Kill
I’m something you might eat, but I also kill.
I can cause blindness and burns.
Because of me, people lose limbs.
I’ve even been known to crash cars.
And yet I’m considered beautiful
Small children play with me and parents don’t mind.
Some people even live inside of me.
What am I?
Snow. Every kid has taken a bite of snow, but thousands of people die every year in snowstorms. Watch out for photokeratitis, otherwise known as snow blindness. And if you’re exposed to snow for too long, you can lose limbs to frostbite. Just an inch or two of snow makes them treacherous.
A recent snowfall makes the world white, and kids love to build snowmen, snow forts and have snowball fights. Some people live in igloos, built out of snow.
I Widen My Jaws
I flex my jaws when you use me,
My only purpose is to damage,
Yet I’m used by small children.
What am I?
Scissors.