Answer:
I'm full of holes, yet I'm full of water.
What can touch someone once and last them a life time?
What surrounds the world, yet dwells within a thimble?
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice thatβs the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.
What has roots that nobody sees, and is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet it never grows.
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.