I am a type of room you cannot enter or leave. Raised from the ground below, I could be poisonous or a delicious treat. What am I?
I'm gentle enough to soothe your skin, light enough to fly in the sky and strong enough to crack rocks. What am I?
I can fly but I have no wings , I can cry but I have no eyes and wherever I go darkness follows me. What am I?
I eat, I live, I breathe, I live, I drink, I die. What am I?