My veins extends beneath the Earth, My hands raised toward the sky, I can seem to live forever, Though many times I die. I cry when I am wounded, Sweet tears that help me heal, I mourn and take off all my clothes, When bitterness I feel. What am I?
My neck it extends and sometimes it bends down into the water or up to the sky.
In cities many consider me friends. With long slender legs, so graceful am I.
Hint: One bearing my name is known to have fled from a man with no head
Though I never turn my chin, From far away I seem to spin, Sometimes fat and sometimes thin, I must be someone's next of kin. What am I? (Hint: I am not cheesy!)
I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad, but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side, you very dwelling pave, and probably I’ll go with you At last into the grave. What am I ?
