I hit the sky, yet never leave the ground, The apex of heights, in full glory crowned. Ambition-fueled climb, few dare the time, To reach the point that crowns the climb.

I carry my house wherever I go, I move so slow, the flowers grow. No feet to walk, yet I leave a trail, What am I that slides without fail?

i used to be fields full of plants plus some animals, or maybe ants now instead of the crops, it's engagement and bots and the spammers don't need any grants.

I am old and grey, I am passing over this place. Yet I will stand my ground, I am willing to die in this place. But they tell me that I am making a big deal out of small things.

I start twice the same, like a stutter in thought, End with a vessel that Noah once sought. I burrow for dinner where night insects hide, With stripes on my snout and a tongue far too wide. I’m first in a book but last to be guessed. A mammal so odd I confuse every test.