What do you call a boomerang
that doesn’t come back?
I fill a room but take no space.
I am wood that is neither hard straight or crooked
With a halo of water and a tongue of wood; stone as skin long I stood.
Only one color, but not one size. Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies. Present in sun, but not in rain; doing no harm, and feeling no pain. What am I?
I roam through the lands hoping to rescue my love. I search high and low and will stomp on you if you get in my way!