Riddles, Oh Riddles

by Hanshika aged 10


I’m beautiful up in the sky,
I’m magical yet I cannot fly,
to people I bring luck,
to some people, riches.
The boy at the end
does whatever he wishes
What am I?

A rainbow!!!

You saw me where I could not be.
yet, often you see me.
What am I?


Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when it’s cold.
In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
What am I?

A tree

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