It's beautiful on a ring or necklace Add a D to the end and it becomes bored or weary Add an N to the end and it becomes the son of the Fresh Prince Add an RA to the end and it is buggy

Upon the hoof I bear the strain, of pounding earth through sun and rain. Above a door, I’m placed with care, a sign that luck is welcome there.

Round and round we go, A painted horse, a fleeting dream, Never truly moves.

I am the only thing on Earth that can be miles long but still just the a little part of a much larger story. I am a mountain that prefers to swim, yet I am made of what makes others sink. I can crush a giant made of steel, but I’ll eventually vanish into the very place I call home. What am I?

I slow things down, a thick embrace, often discussed in a hazy space. What am I?