Across
- 4. : Softly glowing, flickers bright, keeping darkness out of sight.
- 5. : Tall and proud beside the gate, quiet guard that will not break.
- 7. : It roars and rushes down the hill, foam and fury, never still.
- 9. : Round and bright, it guards the night, watching over us with silver light.
- 11. : Softly it lands upon my face, cold and white with gentle grace.
- 12. : Golden light climbs the sky’s blue wall, birds begin their morning call.
Down
- 1. : Tiny hands reach out to play, learning something new today.
- 2. : Buzzing wings and yellow stripes, busy workers of the hives.
- 3. : A paper sails across the air, carried by the wind with care.
- 6. : Roaring voice, flashing eyes, drums of thunder fill the skies.
- 8. : Tracks appear across the sand, left behind by small, soft hands.
- 10. : Red and orange in the trees, falling gently in the breeze.
- 13. : I shimmer high and fade away; when sunlight comes, I cannot stay.