I look flat, but I am deep, Hidden realms I shelter. Lives I take, but food I offer. At times I am beautiful.
The leaves are on the fruit, The fruits is on the leaves.
Pronounced as one letter, And written with three, Two letters there are, And two only in me.
I run through hills; I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers and crawl through the forests.
I work outside both day and night in sunshine or in rain.
They fill me up and you empty me, almost everyday; if you raise my arm, I work the opposite way. What am I?
The more of these you take, the more appear behind you.
What starts with a T, ends with a T and has T in it?
I have no voice and yet I speak to you, I tell of all things in the world that people do.
I dig out tiny caves, and store gold and silver in them. I also build bridges of silver and make crowns of gold.
You can't see me, but I can see you; To be more specific, I see through.
There are 2 cops parked along a one-way street looking for traffic violations.