I make ash, but I’m not a bonfire.
I can expel rocks, but I’m not a slingshot.
I can be a mountain, but I’m not in the Himalayas.
I have a crater, but I’m not the Moon.
I erupt, but I don't have a bad temper.
What am I?
The shape of my form will waver and bend
By the things I’m destroying and those I will rend.
My color changes from bright red to blue,
The power I’m using will dictate my hue.
What am I?
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?
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?