My first letter is in sea but not in ocean,
The second is in change but not in motion.
My third letter in boat but never in ship,
And the fourth is in travel as well as in trip.
The fifth letter is in dark but not in caves,
And my whole is a triangle popping up from the waves.
What am I?
You will find me in the mountains, and you'll find me in a creek.
I have no mouth, but I speak every tongue.
I have no ears, yet I answer every cry, and I always have the final word.
What am I?
It comes only before,
It comes only after,
Rises only in darkness,
But rises only in light.
It is always the same,
But is yet always different.
What am I?
What is something you don't own but you can give it to anyone you meet? You only have one, but you can give it away as many times as you want without losing it. What is it?
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face,
Careering along, yet always in place -
The thought has often come into my mind
If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
I make you weak at the worst of all times.
I keep you safe, I keep you fine.
I make your hands sweat, and your heart grow cold,
I visit the weak, but seldom the bold.
What am I?