You live upon a tiny speck somewhere deep inside of me, a spiral path of glistening mist, beyond what the eye can see. Have you guessed yet? I am the ...

Where river meets the sea, in a land of fertile mystery, a triangle of change unfolds its story.

I stretch for miles, a ribbon unbound, Where adventures bloom and memories are found. What am I?

I contain many letters But less than a mailman's sack If any disappeared I think You'd quickly note the lack In Greece I have a couple less In Spain a couple more And things get complicated When you land on Japan's shore If you're truly puzzled And you live in Mountain View I have a famous child there That will gladly search for you

I stretch across the water to connect points A and B And now you're thinking bridge, but mortal hands did not make me And though it's not the season, I will wish you Merry Christmas Because it is the only thing, I think, that rhymes with...