I spin and I soar, with a powerful roar, Leaving destruction in my wake, and begging for more. I dance with the sky, in a furious plight, What am I, shrouded in darkness and might?

A fair maiden is described as this, Cold cutting to the heart, yet full of bliss Falling gently through the air, This word can’t be seen everywhere What am I?

I’m not a carrot, not a beet, yet still I grow where roots all meet. A little bland, but good in stew, what am I you hardly knew?

Majestic aquatic creature, though I need air to breathe, the largest mammal that lives in the sea.

A living helicopter, Reaper of pests, Odd eyes and even wings, Live fast and die quick.