WHAT AM I RIDDLES

Part carbon, part water, I am poison to the fishes. Many have falsely claimed my name, for I am the pause that refreshes.

What am I?

My dress is tranquil when I tread the earth, or dwell at home, or drift on the water. Sometimes my wings and this wide sky lift me over the dwellings of men, and then strong clouds carry me over the people. My ornaments echo loudly and melodiously, Illustriously sing when I am not near the earth and stream, a sailing spirit.

What am I?

A red cap on my head, A stone in my throat, you tell me the answer, I'll give you a Groat.

What am I?

I am served at a table, In gatherings of two or four. Served small, white and round. You'll love some, And that's part of the fun.

What am I?

I'm done with a hand, one at a time;

A motion to make words, but not to make lines;

I'm known as correct, and as a way, in a way;

And even if you don't take me away, none of me would be left.

What am I?

I'm red and I can be green or yellow,

what am I?

I am at the beginning of all things. I am at the end of eternity. There is but one path from my beginning to my end. My whole embodies indifference.

What am I?

I'm a seed that's underground. Many like to spread me around. But my family it's said is quite insane. And if you've a low I.Q. you've this kind of brain. Eat me raw and I'll make you sick. Eat too much and your tongue will stick.

What am I?

Adored by few, Feared and hated by many. Mistress of the entire universal reason, Master in the art of numbers. Some may have solved many of your mysteries, But there still much of them to find. What are they?

Black and Blue. Red and Green. Yellow and Blue. Green and Grey. I am all colours. You can try to get close to me, but you can't escape my vision. If you get greedy, you will try to take your colours for yourself, but before you know it, I will be eating you for lunch. What am I?