: The Sun.
I am bright and yellow and turn on and off everyday, some say they need me but others wish that I would go away. What am I?
: A Book.
I am the shell of something interesting. My front is very eye catching but my inside tells all. What am I ?
: A rumour.
I am passed from person to person but no hands are needed. I often change in this exchange. Always changing never remaining the same. What am l?
What is made out of stone but is soft to touch?
: A dollar bill.
I am green all over, yet I know no bounds. If you turn me around a face you will see, being without me produces envy. What am I?
: A tree.
I have many purposes for everyone, maybe a home, maybe some fun. I grow really tall and live a long time but once I get too old I just fall down and die. What am I?
: A snow globe.
I am a contained world that you can shake but please don't drop me because I may break. What am I ?
I am colorless, weightless, and all around you. Having me makes it easy to live, seeing me is impossible to do. What am I?