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 dig out tiny caves, and store gold and silver in them.
I also build bridges of silver and make crowns of gold.
They are the smallest you could imagine.
Sooner or later everybody needs my help,
yet many people are afraid to let me help them.
Who am I?
My first letter is in sea but not in ocean,
The second is in change but not in motion.
My third letter in boat but never in ship,
And the fourth is in travel as well as in trip.
The fifth letter is in dark but not in caves,
And my whole is a triangle popping up from the waves.
What am I?
Oh, how I love my dancing feet!
They stay together - oh so neat.
And when I want to walk a line,
They all stay together and do double time.
I count them up, ten times or more,
And race on-off, across the floor.
With thieves, I consort,
With the vilest, in short,
I’m quite at ease in depravity;
Yet all divines use me,
And savants can’t lose me,
For I am the center of gravity.
Who am I?