I'm not a plant yet I'm rooted in the ground. I stand still and wave my arms around. Doing my daily grind in the fresh air I'm found Night and day, working away with a steady sound.
What am I?
Answer: A Windmill
I'm not always around. I'm big but I look small. Many want to be called by my name and many are called by my name. What am I?
I am black of eye and bright of hair. I fast into the ground and follow my lord as he races around the world. What am i?
When I'm a complete truth-teller, you're happy with me When I'm a complete liar, I'm still doing my job very well When I'm mostly a liar, you know there's something seriously wrong with me
Who am I?
For some, I am used to get around. I never even touch the ground. Sometimes I fall in a large open tank and sometimes I float in the air and then rise. What am I?
With thieves I consort, With the vilest, in short, I’m quite at my ease in depravity; Yet all divines use me, And savants can’t lose me, For I am the center of gravity. Who or what am I?
