I have palms but not on hands, I offer foods from distant lands, When at my peak you’ll see me smoke, I’m famous for my friendly folk, My flowers grow and yet they lay, There’s fire where a man will play. What am I ??
Probably an island
the ans is Hawaii
I can wave my hands at you, but I never say goodbye. You are always cool when with me, even more so when I am high! What am I?
My age no longer sits on a calendar.
I function when needed thats if my hands have not given up.
A landmark and even a part of history.
What am I?
I stare at you, you stare at me.I have three eyes, yet can't see.Every time I blink, I give you commands.You do as you are told, with your feet and hands.What am I?
I come during winter,
But leave during summer.
You'll see me at night,
And maybe during day,
But one time you'll never see me,
Is without heat in my bay.