Forest’s little secret

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I tumble from branches when autumn is near,
A forest keepsake the squirrels hold dear.
Gather me gently when hiking alone,
What am I called when seeds are sown?

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Forest’s little secret

I tumble from branches when autumn is near,
A forest keepsake the squirrels hold dear.
Gather me gently when hiking alone,
What am I called when seeds are sown?

Secrets beneath sand

Pirates once sought me on maps that were old,
I sparkle in chests with jewels and with gold.
Hidden in riddles or buried in lore,
I’m what adventurers dream to explore.

Baked little wonders

I’m tiny and sweet with frosting on top,
At parties or cafés I’m hard to stop.
A bite-sized delight that happiness makes,
Guess who I am? Delicious ___!

Castle in the air

I float through your mind on a bright sunny day,
I visit your thoughts in a warm, gentle way.
Not quite asleep, yet not what it seems,
Who am I? I’m fanciful ___!

Silvery stream

I borrow the sun but shine in the night,
Silver and soft, yet never too bright.
Owls know me well, and wolves think I’m right,
What am I called? I’m gentle ___!

A glowing surprise

I sparkle at night, yet vanish by day,
Tiny lanterns that dance and play.
I’m not stars, though I light up the skies,
What am I called? I’m glowing ___.

Maze of secrets

I twist and I turn, yet I never roam,
A puzzle of paths inside my stone home.
One way in, many ways astray,
Find the right path, what word do I say?

A wink from the tongue

I twist and I turn with letters in line,
A pun, a jest, a riddle’s design.
A twist in the phrase where meanings amaze,
What name do we give to these clever displays?

Whisper of soul

I chatter away though no friend’s in sight,
Telling my secrets to air and to night.
On stage I’m alone, yet the crowd hears me true,
Guess what I’m called when I’m talking to… me?

Grip and Greet

I’m neither a hug nor a kiss on the cheek,
But I’m how new friends and old buddies speak.
I seal up a deal without pen or a note,
A promise exchanged without writing a quote.
A grip of the palm, just seconds we take,
What simple gesture of greeting’s at stake?

Masters of metal

I thunder with riffs that shake every floor,
Drums pound like cannons, guitars start to roar.
From “Enter Sandman” to “Nothing Else Matters,”
Guess this loud name that the whole world shatters.

Shape of three

I’ve three little sides and three corners to show,
Add up my angles, they’re one-eighty, you know!
With sides of all lengths: short, equal, or long,
From Pythagoras’ proof to puzzles galore,
Name this shape you’ve seen plenty before!

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