I cannot fly high up in the sky, But I swim really fast as fish go by. I live where it’s chilly and sometimes it snows, In a black-and-white tuxedo, from head to toes.

I leap but have no legs, I glow but have no soul, I die with a single breath.

I am green and soft under your feet. You can find me in parks and gardens. What am I?

I'm black as night, but bring the light. I'm deep in the earth, a hidden might. Men dig for me, for power and heat, but break their backs in this dark retreat. What am I?

I carve white branches through the dark, a fleeting, brilliant, burning mark. Though gone before the eye can rest, I leave the storm to tell the rest.