Land features of River and Wind
Across
- 5. Between towering cliffs, I carve my mark, A V-shaped haven in nature's arc. Waters rush through, a serpentine ballet, In the heart of earth, I find my way. What am I?
- 6. Nature's bridge, in stone's grand design, I span the gap, a graceful line. Erosion's artistry, through ages I march, A window to the sky, I am the _________________. What am I?
- 8. I twist and turn, with no clear direction, A winding path, a subtle reflection. I wander freely, through nature's grace, A journey unique, in a random embrace. What am I?
- 10. I roll in with a dusty embrace, A desert storm, a swirling grace. Obscuring skies in a sandy shroud, I am nature's tempest, fierce and loud. What am I?
- 11. In the hills, I form a jagged line, Nature's steps, a design so fine. Interlocking shapes, like puzzle pieces, Carved by rivers, where erosion eases. What am I?
- 13. hollow In the landscape, where winds have their say, I'm a depression carved in a unique display. Erosion's touch, a subtle follow, Nature's signature, the _____________________. What am I?
- 18. On the river's edge, I stand so grand, A barrier built by human hand. Raised and sturdy, a protective line, Against the water's force, I define. What am I?
- 20. In the canyon's theater, a lone display, I stand tall, resisting time's decay. Erosion's touch, a patient chisel, Nature's artwork, a rocky missile. What am I?
- 23. I cascade down with a thunderous call, A liquid curtain, a majestic sprawl. From heights I plunge, a watery dance, Nature's artwork, in a constant trance. What am I?
- 24. In the desert's vast and windswept domain, I rise and fall, a textured terrain. Shifting grains in a rhythmic tune, Nature's sculpture, the rolling ____________________. What am I?
- 25. Carved by time, in Earth's grand design, I'm a vast expanse, where cliffs entwine. Deep and narrow, a majestic span, In the heart of landscapes, I proudly stand. What am I?
- 26. I'm a wild ride upon the stream, Where waters rush and sunlight gleams. White-capped chaos, a thrilling spree, In nature's playground, I dance free. What am I?
Down
- 1. In the waterfall's descent, a daring show, I'm the edge where cascades freely flow. A curtain of liquid, a nature's brink, Where gravity and beauty sweetly link. What am I?
- 2. At the river's end, I spread my wings wide, A fan-shaped dance, where waters decide. Countless channels, a watery maze, I embrace the sea in a deltaic haze. What am I?
- 3. In the embrace of a river's grace, I stretch wide in a lowland space. When waters rise, I welcome the rain, A fertile haven, where floods refrain. What am I?
- 4. Between towering cliffs, I find my place, A deep-cut chasm, a rugged embrace. Nature's sculptor, with precision and _____________, I challenge all who dare to forge. What am I?
- 7. Along the river bend, where currents play, I form with sediment in a patient array. A gentle deposit in the water's soft glow, On the inside curve, where the river does flow. What am I?
- 9. Beneath the sun's relentless gaze, I'm a ground of rocks in arid days. Smooth and flat, in a stony arrangement, Nature's mosaic, the _________________. What am I?
- 12. At the waterfall's end, a mystical goal, I'm the basin formed, a watery soul. Beneath the cascade, in a swirling trance, A natural amphitheater, a liquid dance. What am I?
- 14. I sprawl wide with a gentle grace, No V-shaped path, a level embrace. On my bed of calm, the waters meander, In a valley where flatness is the commander. What am I?
- 15. Once part of a river's winding spree, I am now a quiet, crescent mystery. Cut off from the flow, a tranquil nook, A horseshoe-shaped haven, nature's own nook. What am I?
- 16. I weave and wind, a watercourse so wide, Multiple channels, flowing side by side. Braided strands in nature's artful play, A river's dance in the light of day. What am I?
- 17. I'm a blanket of dust, so fine and light, Carried by winds in a silent flight. Settling gently, a fertile crust, In landscapes dressed in me, the ______________. What am I?
- 19. In sediment layers, a pattern I weave, Angular grains in a rhythmic heave. Crossing and tilting, a geological song, In rock formations, where I belong. What am I?
- 21. On the river's edge, I stand tall, Where erosion takes its measured fall. Exposed layers reveal Earth's past, A steep slope created, a geological cast. What am I?
- 22. In the canyon's tale, where colors blend, I'm a rugged land, on which shadows depend. Erosion's masterpiece, a harsh command, Nature's sculpture, the captivating _______________. What am I?