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Without a bridle, or a saddle, across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride, by help of me, though almost blind, are made to see.
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high, Eastern art from ancient time, Name me now and solve this rhyme.
This thing all things devours: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; Gnaws iron, bites steel; Grinds hard stones to meal; Slays king, ruins town, And beats high mountains down.
You seek it out, when your hunger is ripe. It sits on four legs, and smokes a pipe.
Weight in my belly, Trees on my back, I travel fast in my place, but feet is a feature I lack
A word of five letters, Upside down is the same, A shark does this, But itβs not to blame. What is the word?