Answer:
This only turns over once you have traveled very far. What is it?
Alive without breath, As cold as death, Clad in mail never clinking, Never thirsty, ever drinking
Until I am measured I am not known, Yet how you miss me when I have flown.
Hold the tail, while I fish for you.
I am the third from a sparkle bright, I thrive throughout the day and night. Deep in the path of a cows white drink. I've had thousands of millions of years to think. But one of my creatures is killing me. And so the question I ask to thee, is
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?