Answer:
What has a head, a tail, is brown, and has no legs?
I march before armies, a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory, but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover, one-legged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
Mountains will crumble and temples will fall. And no man can survive its endless call.
It cannot be seen, it weighs nothing, but when put into a barrel, it makes it lighter.
People like this usually live in rural areas, unless they are lucky enough to strike oil and move to Beverly Hills.
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.