This thing all things devours:
Bird, beast, trees, flowers,
Gnaws iron, bites steel,
Grinds hard stones to meal,
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.
(Time)
Fatherless and Motherless,
Born without sin
Roared when it came into the world,
And never spoke again.
(Thunder)
Voiceless it cries,
Wingless it flutters,
Toothless bites,
Mouthless mutters.
(Wind)
This stars with a W.
I like it! It's wet!
I splash in a tub of it.
Look how clean I can get.
(Water)
I am something that can run
But can't walk.
(Water)
Three lives have I.
Gentle enough to soothe the skin,
Light enough to caress the sky
Hard enough to crack rocks.
(Water)
I run smoother than any rhyme,
I love to fall but cannot climb.
I tremble at each breath of air,
And yet can heaviest burdens bear.
(Water)
Though it's close to toys eyes you'll have to admit
You never get more than a gimpse of it.
I tremble and shake at the least breath or breeze,
Yet I can take as much weight as you please.
(Water)
The meadows are snowy,
The forests are frosty,
The north winds are gusty
When does it happen?
(Winter)
Round as an apple,
Deep as a cup,
All the King's horses
Can't pull it up.
(Well)