I have no voice and yet I speak to you, I tell of all things in the world that people do. I have leaves, but I am not a tree, I have pages, but I am not a bride or royalty. I have a spine and hinges, but I am not a man or a door, I have told you all, I cannot tell you more. What am I?

I steal your looks but leave your pockets full. I copy you perfectly, yet never learn a thing. I've solved more riddles than any hero ever has, and somehow I'm STILL the answer. You're already thinking of me - don't pretend you're not...

Many things am I, the foundation of many parts of life, in and outside the body, I make buildings steady, swords strong and when I decay red is all that's left.

It can go up and down, Twist and turn, Solve your problems, Or carry the tone

In fields of green, I stand so bright, A golden sun in morning's light. With wishes blown, I take to flight, A gentle puff, I'm gone from sight.