Born of earth, tempered by fire, I rest within a wooden shell. I whisper thoughts I do not know, leaving marks where minds once dwell. The more I’m honed, the less I last yet greater still the work I cast.

How much wood would two woodchucks chuck if they agreed they both would chuck wood?

I have two eyes but never blink, I help you see what’s far, I think. I stretch the world and bring it near, Though still, I stand and make things clear. What am I?

Born from tears of the sky and sun's laughter, I paint arches in the air, a fleeting bridge of colors you can't walk on. Catch me if you dare, but I'll vanish like a dream upon waking.

Lots of people love this, but some find it less compelling. Personally, I write this with an h in it, but this quest demands the US spelling.