Answer:
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
My tongue hangs out as I run over fields and streets all day. I get tied up every morning and untied at night.
It is weightless, you can see it. If you put it in a barrel it will make it lighter?
Through its wounds, water does run. It once held many but now has none. What is it?
What is the smallest sentence with all letters in the English alphabets?
It's what light turns into in the night