Green and small
Ribet is my call
I hop all day
to catch my buzzing prey
What am I?
I follow you everywhere I can.
I grow and wane in a days span.
Only in the dark can I not go,
cause without sun I do not show.
What am I?
Although I am small I build big.
My art is silky white
And feeds me if built right!
Listening to steps you would think I am not one but four.
What am I?
I stand tall upon one leg
With many children hanging from my head,
Hanging also from my many arms,
They rustle on the wind like charms.
What am I?
I drum and beat all day long.
My rythm isn't that of a song.
I play faster if you're running through your day,
But from me you can never run away!
What am I?
I live in a city traveling along one line.
I have a brother who never sees the sun shine.
I always follow a ready track,
With a wire stretched along my back!
What am I?
I float around in a sea of blue,
As you walk I look down on you.
I steal away the light of day.
and when I roar I take your breath away.
What am I?
I wear armor all day and night.
It's scales reflect every light.
I have no lungs though breath I must
And a shiny hook I should not trust.
What am I?
A mighty force when roused I am.
I know no mercy for beast of man.
I crush with arms of deadly foam
Breaking rock, tree and bone.
A force of nature I am called,
And after an earthquake I can be foretold.
What am I?
I have no eternal shape or size.
I am the cause of many lies.
People always want me more
Even if they already had me before.
I may be a false idol,
But you won't get me from being idle.
If handled well I can be multiplied
And if not I can be easily lost.
What am I?
Many people see me fly,
As I wave my colours in the sky
Provoking thoughts in patriot minds
A symbol brought from older times.
What am I?
An item I should always bear,
Or an idea with which to catch your stare.
Without one definite shape but never without form
Spread around so to be known since I was born.
What am I?
As a garden of my very own
I bear the weight of what has grown.
I vary in material and size,
But earth will always ruin my disguise.
What am I?
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