You must hold me, or I may slip Untie me, if I must be quick If I am loose, I will be bold I may be silver, sometimes gold

A painter of life with a gentle touch, where branches wear gowns of color, and whispers of spring sing without a voice.

I go in dry, come out wet, and the longer I’m in, the stronger I get. What am I?

What four-letter word can be written forward, backward, or upside down, and can still be read from left to right?

I’m not a test at school, But I have lots of choices. People use me to decide Who will speak with their voices.