Answer:
Do you know what you can hold without ever touching it?
The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
My tongue hangs out as I run over fields and streets all day. I get tied up every morning and untied at night.
It holds most knowledge that has ever been said. But is not the brain, is not the head. To feathers and their masters, it's both bane and boonΒ One empty, and one full.
I am easy to waste and unstoppable