Kite made of paper because kite is a bird too
I am beautiful, up in the sky. I am magical, yet I cannot fly. To people I bring luck, to some people, riches. The boy at my end does whatever he wishes. What am I ??
I'm not dead, i'm not alive, i'm not underground, i'm high up in the sky, people speak of me but never saw me. Who am i?
I am born in the forests, In the cities I die, I swim all the oceans, And wander the sky. Though I'm numbered eighth, I should be named first, For without me you'd perish, For breath you would thirst. What am I?
I roam through the lands hoping to rescue my love. I search high and low, and will stomp on you if you get in my way! What am I ?
