Nature Riddles

I touch your face, I'm in your words,
I'm lack of space and beloved by birds.

Large as a mountain, small as a pea,
Endlessly swimming in a waterless sea.

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.

Can run but never walks, Has a mouth and never talks,
Has a head but never weeps, Has a bed but never sleeps.

What breaks but never falls?

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

What grows when it eats, but dies when it drinks?

Violet, indigo, blue and green, yellow, orange and red;
these are the colors you have seen after the storm has fled. What am I?

My thunder rolls beneath me, my lightning flares above.
I dust the crust, and when I bust, all I touch will I shove. What am I?

What falls from the sky in winter?

I pass before the sun, yet make no shadow. What am I?

The moon is my father. The sea is my mother.
I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land.

I am a seed with three letters in my name.
Take away the last two and I still sound the same.
What am I?

I am a food with 5 letters. If you remove the first letter I am a form of energy.
Remove two and I'm needed to live. Scramble the last 3 and you can drink me down.
What am I?

What has lots of bark, but no bite?

A house with two occupants, sometimes one, rarely three.
Break the walls, eat the borders, then throw me away.
What am I?

Which animals can jump higher than a tree?

A whole dale filled, but nod even one full hand?

What tree grows nearest the sea?

What tree grieves more than any other?

Beautiful flowers
Bloomed in the garden,
Glittered colors
And autumn is coming.

The flower is yellow-golden,
Like a chick, fluffy.
Immediately wither from the cold
Our sissy…

This is a type of plant
Which sounds like something in the sky
It is very yellow
And can grow to be ten feet high

First you see me in the grass dressed in yellow gay; next I am in dainty white, then I fly away.
What am I?

What kind of flowers are great friends?

What flowers are kissable?

A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky,
Atop a tender strand, Rising from the land,
Til killed by maiden's hand,
Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
What am I?

All roses are flowers. Some flowers are used to make perfumes.
Hence, some roses are used to make perfume.
True Or False?