What force and strength
can not get through,
I with a gentle touch can do,
and many in the streets would stand,
were i not as a friend in hand.
What am i?

From wood it’s made,
from string it’s made,
it floats upon the wind.
it’s made by one,
it’s made by many,
from hands and mouths it spins.
A score without a game,
a staff not for the lame,
with seven letters tamed,
with five letters named.
What is it?

I’m the part of the bird that’s not in the sky.
I can swim in the ocean and yet remain dry.
What am i?

What can fall on water,
still does not get wet?

I am weightless,
I cry, but you can see me.
put me in a bucket,
and I’ll make it lighter.
What am i?