I help plants climb up toward the sky, I’m like a wall, but holes go by. I’m criss and cross, a wooden net, What am I that flowers can’t forget?

If you are too lazy to solve this riddle, you may be exhibiting a deadly sin. The giant ground ones went extinct ten thousand years ago.

I don't have scales, but a thick, smooth skin. I like swimming with your boat, on my face a big grin. I slice the waves with my back fin and jump out of the water with my kin.

An empty shell crumbles to dust, under a ghastly moon. What remains is barely there, a shadow of a cocoon...

Red houses are red, White houses are white, But I'm not named after the color of my exterior. In fact, I don't have a color of my own.