I travel far without a tread, I have no feet, yet surge ahead. I kiss the shore, then slip away, but I’ll return again amongst the fray.

I am used to sleep on, but I am not used to by man. You can find me in A barn.

The first is spying, an anagram of spoon, The second is a hound, but with two g’s at the end, Tried to be a lion, but changed back again, Always be black and blazing.

I make lowly reminder of the rain shower, but I do not make a rainbow in the sky. People often avoid me.

I am atlas standing tall, holding matter in my thrall, though magnets best me when mass is small. without me there would be nothing to mention. Still, my power can break dimensions. Two large bodies, creating tension.