Answer:
I have leaves on my fruit my fruit is on my leaves.
I cannot be felt seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
Never ahead, ever behind, yet flying swiftly past, for a child, I last forever, for adults, I'm gone too fast.
After you go through a fall, I will take over. All life will stall, or at least grow slower. What am I?
I have no wallet but I pay my way. I travel the world but in a corner I stay. What am I?
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.