high the ribbons descend,
Forming a colorful blend.
(Rainbow)
You'll find I'm very bright
And pretty too, they say,
But you cannot see me
Until dark clouds roll away,
And then I shall appear
When the sun peeps through again,
A bow to brighten up your day
As sunshine follows rain.
(Rainbow)
What is the thing which,
Once poured out,
Cannot be gathered again?
(Rain)
Me riddle, me racket,
Suppose I tell you this riddle,
And perhaps not,
There is something moves all day
And all night and never stops.
(Sea)
I stretch as far as you can see,
Sometimes I'm out when you want me,
I'm in and out every day,
And when I'm in you'll laugh and play.
(Sea)
In bright sunshine,
I'm always here.
But turn off the lights
And I disappear.
(Shadow)
I am something
That has form and size
And can bee seen,
Yet I cannot be felt,
And I neither substance
Nor weight.
(Shadow)
There is thing that nothing is,
And yet it has a name:
It's sometimes tall
And sometimes short,
It tumbles if we fall.
It joins our sport,
And plays at every game.
(Shadow)
The part of the bird
That's not in the sky,
Who can swim in the ocean
And yet remain dry.
(Shadow)
Each morning I appear
To lie at your feet,
All day I follow
No matter how fast you run,
Yet I nearly perish
In the midday sun.
(Shadow)
They are Dark,
And always on the run.
Without the sun,
Would be none.
(Shadow)
I'm as small as an ant,
As big as a whale.
I'll approach like a breeze,
But can come like a gale.
By some I get hit,
But all have shown fear.
I'll dance to the music,
Though I can't hear.
Of names I have many,
Of names I have one.
I'm as slow as a snail,
But from me you can't run.
(Shadow)
I like to pay a visit
About this time of year,
And you are glad to see me
When I suddenly appear,
For if it's very cold
You can play with me all day
But when she sun shines brightly,
Quickly I'll go away.
(Snow)
High born, my touch is gentle,
Purest white is my lace,
Silence is my kingdom,
Green is the color of my death.
(Snow)
As beautiful as the setting sun,
As delicate as the morning dew,
An angel's dusting from the stars
That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon.
(Snow)
White bird, featherless,
Flying out of paradise,
Flying over sea and land,
Dying in my hand.
(Snowflake)
At night they come without being fetched,
And by day they are lost without being stolen.
(Star)
Always quiet,
Always creeping,
Awake at night,
In daytime sleeping.
(Stars)
I'm like a garden
