In Spring I look happy, Deck'd in comely array, In Summer more clothing I wear; When colder it grows, I fling off my clothes, And in Winter quite naked appear.What am i ?
RESULT: a tree
In spring I look gay, Covered in a green array, The warmer it gets the more clothing I wear, As the cold grows, I throw away my clothes.
What am I?
I'm small and sometimes worthless. I sit there and look at you as you pass me by. I cannot move but I wish I could. If I'm found, it's a good thing but only if I can see you. What am I?
It runs and runs but can never flee. It is often watched yet never sees. When long it brings boredom. When short it brings fear. What is it?