Answer:
I am mother and father, but never birth or nurse. I'm rarely still, but I never wander.
By the way, what never moves, wears shoes, sandals and boots, but has no feet?
It is by nature, soft as silk; A puffy cloud, white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop
He stands beside the road. In a purple cap at tattered green cloak. Those who touch him, curse him.
Give it food and it will live, give it water and it will die.
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?