Answer:
Many have heard it, but nobody has ever seen it. It will not speak until spoken to. What is it?
A tree with 5 branches, no leaves and no fruits
I have one eye. See near and far. I hold the moments you treasure and the things that make you weep.
Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer.
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is within; You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
You can always find me in the past. I am created in the present, but the future can not change me. What am I?