Poems riddles

What has roots as nobody sees, Is taller than trees, Up, up it goes And yet never grows?

Thirty white horses on a red hill. First they champ, Then they stamp, Then they stand still. Who are they?

It can be cracked, it can be made, It can be told, it can be played. What is it?

I am the beginning of the end, and the end of time and space. I am essential to creation, and I surround every place.

Glittering points That downward thrust, Sparkling spears That never rust.

Die without me, Never thank me. Walk right through me, Never feel me. Always watching, Never speaking. Always lurking, Never seen.

Alive without breath, As cold as death; Never thirsty, ever drinking, All in mail never clinking.

I am seen in the water if seen in the sky, I am in the rainbow, A jay's feather, And lapis lazuli.

Poke your fingers in my eyes and I will open wide my jaws. Linen cloth, quills, or paper, I will devour them all. What am I?

Pronounced as one letter, And written with three, Two letters there are, And two only in me. I’m double, I’m single, I’m black blue and gray, I’m read from both ends, And the same either way.