Nature and Outdoor Riddles

I stand tall and wear a crown, but I'm not a king. I grow strong in forests and parks. What am I?

I flash in the sky and growl in the clouds. You'll see me before rain pours down. What am I?

I hop around and eat green leaves. I change into something with wings. What am I?

I'm wet, I fall, I help plants grow. I come from the sky but I'm not snow. What am I?

I buzz from flower to flower, making honey hour by hour. What am I?

I rise in the morning and set at night. I shine bright but I'm not a lightbulb. What am I?

You can climb me, but I'm not stairs. I might be rocky, tall, or bare. What am I?

I'm green and soft and cover the ground. Cows love me and I grow all around. What am I?

I have wings but I'm not a plane. I sing in trees and fly in the rain. What am I?

I live in a shell and walk very slow. I like the rain and leave a trail as I go. What am I?

I have antlers and graze in meadows, bounding through the forest shadows. What am I?

I build dams in rivers with sticks and mud, a busy engineer in the flood. What am I?

I hibernate in winter deep, waking in spring from my long sleep. What am I?

I have a bushy tail and climb up trees, chattering and storing nuts with ease. What am I?

I croak in ponds on summer nights, jumping between water and land with delight. What am I?

I slither through grass without a sound, long and scaled on the ground. What am I?

I howl at the moon in a distant pack, gray fur and a lean, wild back. What am I?

I have black and white stripes and spray a smell you'd rather not find. What am I?

I'm white and cold and fall from clouds, piling up soft without a sound. What am I?

I'm a colorful arc after the rain, seven colors in a chain. What am I?

I'm the breeze that rustles leaves, cool and gentle, hard to seize. What am I?

I'm the pool left behind after the storm has passed. What am I?

I'm flowing downhill, winding through valley and mill, and the sea is my destination. What am I?

I'm salty, vast, and deep, where whales and dolphins leap. What am I?

I'm the fog that blankets the morning field, hiding what the sun will reveal. What am I?