1

Only one colour, but not one size
Stuck to the ground, yet easily flies.
Present in sun, but not in rain
Doing no harm, and feeling no pain.
What is it?

2

Where will you find roads without cars,
forests without trees and cities without houses?

3
Some try to hide, some try to cheat,
but time will show, we always will meet.
Try as you might, to guess my name,
I promise you'll know, when you I do claim.
Who am I?

4

What must you keep after giving it to someone else?

5

This thing runs but cannot walk.
Sometimes sings but never talks.
Lacks arms, has hands.
Lacks a head but has a face.

6

Often talked of, never seen,
Ever coming, never been,
Daily looked for, never here,
Still approaching, coming near.
Thousands for it's visit wait
But alas for their fate,
Though they expect me to appear,
They will never find me here.

and it will die.

7

What has teeth but can't chew?

8

I have a 100 legs but cannot stand.
A long neck but no head.
And I eat the maids life.
What am I?

9

What do the poor always have,
the rich never have,
and you die if you eat it?

10

What can bring back the dead,+
Make us cry, make us laugh, make us young,
Born in an instant yet lasts a life time?

11

It is in a rock but not in a stone.
It is in marrow but not in a bone.
It is in a bolster but not in a bed
It is not living, nor is it dead.

12

Be you ever so quick, with vision keen,
by your eyes, we are never seen.
Unless per chance it should come to pass,
you see our reflection in a looking glass.
What are we?

13

Hands she has but does not hold,
teeth she has but does not bite,
feet she has but they are cold,
eyes she has but without sight.
Who is she?

14

No sooner spoken than broken.
What is it?

15

Never resting, never still.
Moving silently from hill to hill.
It does not walk, run or trot,
All is cool where it is not.
What is it?

16

I am the fountain from which no one can drink.
For many I am considered a necessary link.
Like gold to all I am sought for,
But my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.
What am I?

17

I was carried into a dark room, and set on fire.
I wept, and then my head was cut off.
What am I?