Answer:
I am pronounced as one letter written with three. I come in blue black brown or grey. Reverse me and I read the same either way.
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.
I can only be played on a windy day. What am I?
It's red liquid but not liquid and it's not red. What is it?
This guy crossed a road and everyone wants an explanation.
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.