My step is slow, and I breathe snow.
To the ground, I bring death.
My marching brings an end to me,
I'm slain by the sun or engulfed by the sea.
What am I?
I am all that you see, yet I’m nothing at all, and from you, I will flee.
Formed of deception, I will twist your perception.
Wherever I'm rising, I warp the horizon.
What am I?
You will find me in the mountains, and you'll find me in a creek.
I have no mouth, but I speak every tongue.
I have no ears, yet I answer every cry, and I always have the final word.
What am I?
I wiggle and I cannot see,
Sometimes I'm underground, and at times on a tree.
I really don't want to end up on a hook,
I turn into a person when combined with a book.
What am I?
I have around 5,000 feathers and I'm a bird native to America. People say Benjamin Franklin wanted me to be the national bird of the United States.
What am I?
I have no arms and legs. I crawl on my belly, and I have a lethal sting. When I go to sleep, I curl into a ring but I leave my eyes open wide.
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?