Answer:
I am flora, not fauna. I am foliage, not trees. I am shrubbery, not grass. What am I?
I always murmur but never talk. Always run but never walk. I have a bed but never sleep, have a mouth but never speak. What am I?
I am the building with the most number of stories. What am I?
Ripped from my ancestors home beaten and burned I become a bloodthirsty killer.
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths. What am I?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.