RIDDLES

What has roots as nobody sees,
Is taller than trees,
Up, up it goes,
And yet never grows?

(Mountain)


Thirty white horses on a red hill,
First they champ,
Then they stamp,
Then they stand still.

(Teeth)


Voiceless it cries,
Wingless it flutters,
Toothless bites,
Mouthless mutters.

(Wind)


It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter.

(Darkness)

A box without hinges, key, or lid,
Yet golden treasure inside is hid.

(Egg)