Answer:
Weight in my belly, trees on my back, nails in my ribs, feet I do lack. What am I?
I am the only thing that always tells the truth. I show off everything that I see. I come in all shapes and sizes. What am I?
I save lives on the ground and in the air
Although a human shape I wear Mother I never had; And though no sense nor life I share in finest silks I'm clad. By every miss I'm valued much beloved and highly prized; still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised.
I no longer have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now Iām white and empty. What am I?
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.