Forward and forward I go, never looking back. My limit no one knows, more of me do they lack. Like a river I do flow, and an eagle I do fly. Now can you guess, what am I?The answer is below, written backwards.
Only one color, but not one size. Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies. Present in sun, but not in rain. Doing no harm, and feeling no pain. What is it?
Many things can create one. It can be of any shape or size. It's created for various reasons, and it can shrink or grow with time. What is it?The answer is below, written backwards.
What force and strength cannot get through, I with a gentle touch can do. And many in the street would stand were I not a friend at hand. What am I?The answer is below , written backwards.
