Answer:
The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land.
Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardener’s tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, one’s a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three
Although my cow is dead, I still beat her What a racket she makes.
My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
A precious stone, as clear as diamond. Seek it out while the sun's near the horizon. Though you can walk on water with its power, try to keep it, and it'll vanish in an hour.
I am your mother's brother's only brother in law. Who am I?