A frozen wall I move at such a slow pace. Although, lately I seem to be losing the race.

I burn without wood, I travel without feet, I guide without speaking, Yet vanish when day greets. What am I?

I am like a rainbow, with wood instead of gold under me. If you wish to pet my fur I will bite but if you blow on me gently I will be subdued.

I cut through water like butter, Through oceans, lakes, ponds and rivers. Some people use me for leisure, And others for wild adventure. Sometimes I flip and go under; Flip my name, it’s like a mirror.

I’m carried but not heavy, I’m nailed yet feel no pain. Remove a D and I am an animal