Riddle of the Week
I drink the sun, yet cast a shade,
My limbs like arms in silence swayed.
I stand through storm, and still I grow,
My crown above, my roots below.
What am I?
I drink the sun, yet cast a shade,
My limbs like arms in silence swayed.
I stand through storm, and still I grow,
My crown above, my roots below.
What am I?
Tree