Riddle #594

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.

Branches grow on its head; it wears spotted clothes. Not a donkey of a horse, it runs like the wind.

Alive as you but without breath, As cold in my life as in my death; Never a thirst though I always drink, Dressed in a mail but never a clink.

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

To you, rude would I never be, Though I flag my tongue for all to see. What am I?

I go around in circles, but always go straight ahead. I never ever complain, no matter where I am lead

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

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

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

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

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