It is energy and motion, it can fly across the ocean.
It can listen and even speak, it can see and even seek.
It eats neither fruit nor gruel, it eats energy and fuel.
Better say: It doesn't eat; It is transformed into heat.
What is it?
My step is slow, and I breathe snow.
To the ground, I bring death.
My marching brings an end to me,
I'm slain by the sun or engulfed by the sea.
What am I?
I am all that you see, yet I’m nothing at all, and from you, I will flee.
Formed of deception, I will twist your perception.
Wherever I'm rising, I warp the horizon.
What am I?
I am a plant you use in food, and my name consists of 5 letters.
Remove the first letter of my name, and you'll get a form of energy.
Get rid of two, and you'll get something necessary for life.
Scramble together the last 3 letters, and you can drink it.
What am I?
You will find me in the mountains, and you'll find me in a creek.
I have no mouth, but I speak every tongue.
I have no ears, yet I answer every cry, and I always have the final word.
What am I?
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky,
Atop a tender strand,
Rising from the land,
'Til killed by maiden's hand.
Perhaps, as a token of love.
Perhaps, to say goodbye.
What is it?
It could be delivered by mail, email, by hand, or even by pigeon.
It is sometimes short, sometimes lengthy, and with deep, profound, or simple feelings.
What is it?
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