Answer:
What I am filled, I can point the way. When I am empty. Nothing moves me. I have two skins. One without and one within.
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
Round as an apple, deep as a cup, and all the kings' horses can't fill it up. What is it?
Large as a mountain, small as a pea, Endlessly swimming in a water-less sea.
Without this, eating food and Steven Spielberg's career would be very different.
What do angels sing in the shower?