I am black of eye and bright of hair. I fast into the ground and follow my lord as he races around the world. What am i?
Sunflower
I'm not a plant yet I'm rooted in the ground. I stand still and wave my arms around. Doing my daily grind in the fresh air I'm found Night and day, working away with a steady sound.
What am I?
For some, I am used to get around. I never even touch the ground. Sometimes I fall in a large open tank and sometimes I float in the air and then rise. What am I?
Each morning I appear To lie at your feet, All day I will follow No matter how fast you run, Yet I nearly perish In the midday sun.
I am bushy-headed yet I have no hair. I have no eyes but have seen many a year. Moisture cannot penetrate my flaky skin but it's really good at keeping it in. What am I?
I am a mother from a family of eight. Spins around all day despite my weight. Had a ninth sibling before founding out its fake. What am I?
