Answer:
Never resting, never still. Moving silently from hill to hill. It does not walk, run or trot. All is cool where it is not. What is it?
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.
Digital white-out.
Although a human shape I wear, mother I never had. By every miss I'm valued much, still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised. What am I?
I have lakes but no water forests but no trees and cities but no buildings. What am I?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.