I have no sword, I have no spear,
Yet rule a horde that many fear,
My soldiers fight with a wicked sting,
I rule with might, yet I'm no king.
What am I?
I am born in fear, raised in truth,
and I come to my own in deed.
When comes a time that I’m called forth,
I come to serve the cause of need.
What am i?
My first letter is in cloud, but never in sky.
The second is in roll but not in lie,
My third letter is in water but not in trees.
My whole makes you milk, kefir, and cheese.
What am I?
My first letter is in follow but not in lead, and the second is in write but not in read.
My third letter is in sky but not in cloud, my fourth is in humble but not in proud.
My all makes circles in a bowl, or lies on a plate cooked up whole.
What am I?
The shape of my form will waver and bend
By the things I’m destroying and those I will rend.
My color changes from bright red to blue,
The power I’m using will dictate my hue.
What am I?
A harvest sown and reaped on the same day In an unplowed field, Which increases without growing, Remains whole though it is eaten Within and without, Is useless and yet The staple of nations. What is it?
What is something you don't own but you can give it to anyone you meet? You only have one, but you can give it away as many times as you want without losing it. What is it?