Answer:
Salty water everywhere but not sea in sight.
Weight in my belly, Trees on my back, I travel fast in my place, but feet is a feature I lack
Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
Lives without a body, hears without ears, speaks without a mouth, to which the air alone gives birth. What is it?
What is that you will break everytime you name it?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?