standing high I see the whole forst
Limbs stretched, needles green,
I am the ponderosa pine.
Low on the ground, home to small bugs,
Different colors, loose on the ground or tight,
I am the sandstone.
Crunching beneath your feat,
Snapping and breaking, releasing smells,
I am the pine needle.
I shelter small anmals, I give food to some,
I lay short from the ground up, a smell so strong,
I am the sage brush.
I keep all these things alive,
Without me you can not survive
I am water.
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Bethany this is a set of five riddles, each beautiful in itself. I agree with the descriptiveness of these five riddles, because without water and sunlight, none of them can or will survive. Thank you for shairng this set of image rich riddles that feed the mind and the soul. Love & hugs, Barbara