Nature Riddles

A young lady walked through the meadow and scattered her glass pearls. The Moon saw this, yet didn't tell her. The Sun woke up and gathered the pearls.

The strongest chains will not bind it. Ditch and rampart will not slow it down. A thousand soldiers cannot beat it, it can knock down trees with a single bush.

I always run but never walk, often murmur, never talk, have a bed but never sleep, have a mouth but never eat. Who am I?

In the ground I am nothing, but give me time and I'll be something. What am I?

Power enough to smash ships and crush roofs. Yet it still must fear the sun.

I look flat, but I am deep,
Hidden realms I shelter.
Lives I take, but food I offer.
At times I am beautiful.
I can be calm, angry and turbulent.
I have no heart, but offer pleasure as well as death.
No man can own me, yet I encompass what all men must have.

What has roots that nobody sees,
Is taller than trees,
Up, up it goes,
Yet it never grows?

There she goes over the road, a young mare that is whinnying. A fiery spot on her forehead, with her hindquarters ablaze.

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.
What am I?

They're up near the sky, on something very tall. Sometimes they die, only then do they fall.

I can whistle
I can howl
I can scream
And I can whisper
But I do not speak.
What am I?

Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold.
In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.

My mother is water and my brother the sky.
I am grey when wet but white when dry.
What am I?

Green arrows grow out of my sides. I go from yellow to white. My babies fly in the wind. What am I?

A wave of white powdery destruction that is a skier's worst nightmare.

What has a hundred limbs, sometimes leaves, but cannot walk?

Which tree is the most difficult to get along with?

This is a plant named after a light source. What is it?

What dresses for summer and sheds in the winter?

A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.

I am flora, not fauna,
I am foliage, not trees,
I am shrubbery, not grass,
What am I?

A tangly game and a destructive weather phenomenon.

If you happen to wake up at dawn, you'll probably find this covering the lawn.

Large as a mountain, small as a pea,
Endlessly swimming in a waterless sea.
What am I?

Which bow can't be tied?

I am mother and father, but never birth or nurse. I'm rarely still, but I never wander. What am I?

Usually green but can be brown. It's a great place to play or lie down. What is it?

Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.

Your reflection can be seen here, as long as you're not moving.

What flowers are kissable?

What do you get when you cross a four-leaf clover with poison ivy?

It starts at the earth's end and brink,
Filled with water you can't drink.
Has a color, just like ink,
Walk into it and you'll sink.
What is it?

What flowers have two lips?

Why do people wear shamrocks on St. Patrick's Day?

My tines be long, my tines be short.
My tines end ere, my first report.
What am I?

All about, but cannot be seen,
Can be captured, cannot be held,
No throat, but can be heard.
Who am I?

Creatures of power, creatures of grade,
creatures of beauty, creatures of strength.
As for their lives, they set everything's pace.
For all things must come to live.
Under their emerald embrace.
Either in their life or in their death.

A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm the torment of man.

I fall from the sky but am not rain. I like the cold and not the sun. People like to eat me. What am I?

Some live in me, some live on.
And some shave me to stride upon.
I rarely leave my native land.
Until my death I always stand.
High and low I may be found.
Both above and below ground.

White fat and fluffy,
May even look like a puppy.
Seems heavy but is light,
Floats about without a worry,
But if it turns dark you have to hurry!

It is destruction made out of thin air,
You hear it howl and give a prayer,
Through barns and houses it will tear.
It is a deadly funnel,
Of violent and twisting air.

I pass before the sun, yet make no shadow. What am I?

I am the yellow hem of the sea's blue skirt.

The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land.

I tremble at each breath of air, and yet can heaviest burdens bear.

Four leaves I have. What am I?

My head bobs lazily in the sun. You think I'm cute. For my face is yellow my hair is white and my body is green.

Hot tempered and sometimes it blows its top, making a mess of everything.

I am in the sky but also in the ground. When you study me, no matter how long, I will always end with an F. I may be in your yard but not in your house. What am I?

In your fire you hear me scream! Creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.

Why are Christmas trees bad at knitting?

It can be grown in your yard or bought at the store and is given for love when less is more?

Lighter than what I'm made of, more of me is hidden than is seen. What am I?

I have an eye but cannot see.
I'm faster than any man alive and have no limbs.
What am I?

I am nature's way of applauding lightning. What am I?

There's not a kingdom on the earth, but I have traveled over and over, and though I know not whence my birth, yet when I come, you know my roar. I through the town do take my flight, and through the fields and meadows green, and whether it be day or night, I neither am nor can be seen.

Lighter than what I am made of. More of me is hidden than seen. What am I?

The cloud is my mother, my father the wind. The lake is my son and the rainbow my bed. What am I?

What flies forever, rests never?

Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.

It floats over the land,
It cuts the tallest mountain,
Its voice is like a fountain,
Its body like a snake,
Will flow into a lake.

In spring I look gay, Covered in a green array, The warmer it gets the more clothing I wear, As the cold grows, I throw away my clothes.

I come in many shapes and colors. I sing in the breeze but only live 7 months. What am I?

These are believed to be found at the end of rainbows.

I have every color, but no gold. What am I?

A hundred years I once did live,
and often wholesome food did give,
yet all that time I ne'er did roam,
so much as a half a mile from my home,
my days were spent devoid of strife,
until at last I lost my life.
And since my death – I pray give ear,
I oft have traveled far and near.

Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb.

What comes down but never back goes up?

What weeps without eyes or eyelids, her tears rejoicing sons and fathers; and when she laughs and no tears fall, her laughter saddens all hearts?

Violet, indigo, blue and green, yellow, orange and red;
these are the colors you have seen after the storm has fled.
What am I?

If roses are red, violets are blue, what is stuffed, brown and blue?

Why should you never iron a 4-leaf clover?

I make noise yet you don't see me make it. I alarm for good yet sometimes for worse. I have a companion. What am I?

Dies half its life. Lives the rest.
Dances without music. Breathes without breath.

In we go, out we go.
All around and in a row.
Always, always steady flow.
When we'll stop, you'll never known.
In we go, out we go.

At first I am a yellow weed in the lawn, and then the wind blows, and my white feathers are gone. What am I?

I am bigger than elephant but lighter than a feather. What am I?

I have an eye but cannot see,
You'll head inside when you see me.

It is a part of us, and then replaced.
It escapes our bodies, to a better place.
The world becomes its sizeable home.
Its passions unrestrained, the planet it roams.

Plant whose name sounds like a dish full of dairy spread.

The most fabulous way to locate pots of gold.

I am found by the ocean and offer you a bed.
Whether you want me or not, to your house I am led?

What is at the end of a rainbow?

I fly, yet I have no wings. I cry, yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me; lower light I never see. What am I?

Each of these ends in a kettle full of precious metal and the double variety is quite awesome.

I reach for the sky, but clutch to the ground. Sometimes I leave, but I am always around.

This old one runs forever, but never moves at all.
He has not lungs nor throat, but still a mighty roaring call.
What is it?

I can be red, blue, purple, and green.
No one can reach me, not even the queen.
What am I?

If you drop a yellow hat in the Red Sea what does it become?

A third from the sun, and not much else since the world's begun.
Some may weigh a metric ton. Is a synonym for fun.
Made a zeppelin take flight.
A big thing at Isle of Wight.

Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that do not rust. What is it?

Crooked as a rainbow, and slick as a plate,
Ten thousand horses can't pull it straight.
What am I?

What breaks on the water but never on the land?

First you see me in the grass dressed in yellow gay; next I am in dainty white, then I fly away. What am I?

What kind of tree can you carry in your hand?

What is seen in the water and in the sky? It is part of the rainbow and can be in your eye.

What has a mouth but can't talk?

What is flat, usually square, and made from trees but isn't wood?

What breaks in the water but never on land?