I make patterns on your window,
I turn the grass white, too,
Now read the first two lines again
And then you'll have a clue.
(Frost)
What lives in winter,
Dies in summer,
And grows with its root upwards?
(Icicle)
You spread this on cake.
It is something you eat.
It begins with an I.
Taste it – it's sweet!
(Icing)
Fire won't burn me,
Water won't drown me
Wherever I am it's cold all around me.
(Ice)
I am something
That makes everything visible,
But am myself unseen.
(Light)
What can fill a room
But takes up no space.
(Light)
It's up in the sky
With the stars, shining bright.
The first letter is M,
And it lights up the night.
(Moon)
Nearly bright as the sun,
Sometimes dark as space.
Like a pearl on black velvet,
With diamonds twinkling in a case.
(Moon)
My face is pale, and full and fair,
And round it beauty spots there are,
By day, indeed, I seem less bright,
I'm only seen sometimes at night.
And when the sun has gone to bed
I then begin to show my head.
(Moon)
What has rits as nobody sees,
Is taller than trees,
Up, up it goes,
And yet never grows?
(Mountain)
Stronger than steel,
And older than time,
They are more patient than death
And shall stand even when the stars have ceased to shine.
Their strength is embedded
In riits buried deep
Where the sands and frosts of ages
Can never hope to touch or reach.
(Mountains)
I am something that comes with a train,
Goes with a train,
Is of no use to the train,
And yet the train can't go without me.
(Noise)
Through wind and rain I always play,
I roam the earth, yet here I stay,
I crumble stones, and fire cannot burn me,
Yet I am soft you can gauge me with your hand.
(Ocean)
Runs all day and never walks
Often murmurs, never talks.
It has a bed, but never sleeps?
It has a mouth but never eats.
(River)
I don't have feet
To skip or hop,
Yet I can run
And never stop.
(River)
Violet, indigo, blue and green,
Yellow, orange and red,
These are the colours you have seen
After the storm has fled.
(Rainbow)
Up high the ribbons descend,
Forming a colorful blend.
(Rainbow)
You'll find I'm very bright
And pretty too, they say,
But you cannot see me
Until dark clouds roll away,
And then I shall appear
When the sun peeps through again,
A bow to brighten up your day
As sunshine follows rain.
(Rainbow)
What is the thing which,
Once poured out,
Cannot be gathered again?
(Rain)
Me riddle, me racket,