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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 has roots as nobody sees, Is taller than trees, Up, up it goes, And yet never grows?

Tread on the living, they make not a mumble. Tread on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?

I can fly but I have no wings, I can cry but I have no eyes, Wherever I go darkness follows me. What am I?

You will find him in the mountains And you'll find him in the creek He has no mouth - Yet he speaks in every tongue He has no ears - And yet will answer every cry Always having the final word

Can run but never walks, Has a mouth and never talks, Has a head but never weeps, Has a bed but never sleeps.

I run forever, but do not move at all, I have no lungs or throat but a roaring call.

This type of place has a lack of rain So it is a dry and arid land The most famous ones the Sahara which is covered in a lot of sand

I am gentle enough to soothe your skin, light enough to fly through the sky but strong enough to crack rocks and shape continents. What am I?

What falls on the water and never gets wet?

Red through and through, it has no mouth. But it eats many things; it fears water but not wind.

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