My veins extends beneath the Earth, My hands raised toward the sky, I can seem to live forever, Though many times I die. I cry when I am wounded, Sweet tears that help me heal, I mourn and take off all my clothes, When bitterness I feel. What am I?
I live on an island, I was raised by gods, my body has tons of art and I carry a weapon which allows me to turn into all sorts of critters and creatures. Who am I?
My neck it extends and sometimes it bends down into the water or up to the sky.
In cities many consider me friends. With long slender legs, so graceful am I.
Hint: One bearing my name is known to have fled from a man with no head
Though I never turn my chin, From far away I seem to spin, Sometimes fat and sometimes thin, I must be someone's next of kin. What am I? (Hint: I am not cheesy!)
