It sat upon a willow tree,
And sang softly unto me.
Easing my pain and sorrow with its song,
I wished to fly, but tarried long.
And in my suffering,
The willow was like a cool clear spring.
What was it that helped me so?
To spend my time in my woe.
I awoke with start.
Hearing its voice in the dark.
And shook more so from within,
Than that which came upon the wind.
Then, with a flare and a flash.
I hid my head and awaited the crash.
What is it that shook my body so?
And made me hide way down low?
Thunder & lightning
Quickly, quickly up they run.
Then down again here they come.
Moving up, then down, then up again,
Take notes, and start again.
Combining both sharps and flats.
Does anyone know where they are at?
Hands on a keyboard
A man not a man saw and did not see a bird not a bird
sitting on a stick not a stick and hit it with a stone
not a stone.
A reflection, or mirror
They can be harbored, but few hold water,
You can nurse them, but only by holding them against someone else,
You can carry them, but not with your arms,
You can bury them, but not in the earth.
Deep as a bowl, round as a cup,
Yet all the world's oceans can't fill it up.
Answer 1: A sieve, collander
Answer 2: Sphere of Annihilation
Though desert men once called me God,
To-day men call me mad,
For I wag my tail when I am angry,
And growl when I am glad.
What answer is blowing in the wind?
Forty-two. (How many roads must a man walk down?)
I heard of an invading, vanquishing army
sweeping across the land, liquid-quick;
conquering everything, quelling resistance.
With it came darkness, dimming the light.
Humans hid in their houses, while outside
spears pierced, shattering stone walls.
Uncountable soldiers smashed into the ground,
but each elicited life as he died;
when the army had vanished, advancing northward,
the land was green and growing, refreshed.
I saw a strange creature:
Long, hard, and straight,
Thrusting into a round, dark opening,
Preparing to discharge its load of lives.
Puffing and squealing noises accompanied it,
Then a final screech as it slowed and stopped.
Say what I mean.
I can find a thing I cannot see and see a thing I cannot find.
The first is time, the second is a spot before my eyes.
I can feel a thing I cannot touch and touch a thing I cannot feel.
The first is sad and sorry, the second is your heart.
Never ahead, ever behind,
Yet flying swiftly past,
For a child, I last forever,
For adults, I'm gone too fast.
Tall she is, and round as a cup,
Yet all the king's horses
Can't draw her up.
There more of it there is,
The less you see.
What is not enough for one,
Just right for two,
Too much for three?
What gets wetter the more it dries?
H I J K L M N O
What word does this represent?
Man of old, it is told
Would search until he tired,
Not for gold, ne'er be sold,
But what sought he was fire.
Man today, thou mayst say,
Has quite another aim,
In places deep, he did seek,
To find me for his gain!
A warrior amongst the flowers,
He bears a thrusting sword.
Able and ready to use,
To guard his golden hoard.