Riddle of the Day List

I helped men find their direction,

Hold shapes and figures on inspection,

A tiny speck to your eye,

But great behemoths across the sky.

Raise me high on a happy day,

Or in times of sorrow, halfway,

Fly in the wind, colors bold,

Saluted by many, for meaning I hold.

When I break, I am brand-new,

Soaked in with a morning brew,

The good tends to come with the bad,

Current chapter of near or far land.

I descend, burning bright,

What I touch I may smite,

Don’t stop until I reach the floor,

The flash before a mighty roar.

From a tree, comes a leaf,

With parts of tales or stories brief,

Light as a feather but can hold weight,

A blank canvas for those who create.

A safe haven for those who roam,

Travelers comfort, nomads home,

On forest floor or desert sand,

With sticks and ropes I take my stand.