Answer:
When you stop and look, you can always see me. If you try to touch, you cannot feel me. I cannot move, but as you near me, I will move away from you. What am I?
I see what you see feel what you feel and hear what you hear. I know all of your moves before you make them. I even know the moves you didn't make.
Never resting, never still. Moving silently from hill to hill. It does not walk, run or trot. All is cool where it is not. What is it?
I am wood that is neither hard straight or crooked
In my life I must bare my bloodline I must share.
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.