Answer:
Weight in my belly, Trees on my back, I travel fast in my place, but feet is a feature I lack
They belong to me; they belong to you; They can make you feel happy or make you feel blue; They never end until the day you do.
Has no feet, but travels far. Is literate, but not a scholar. Has no mouth, yet clearly speaks.
People like this usually live in rural areas, unless they are lucky enough to strike oil and move to Beverly Hills.
When I’m metal or wood, I help you get home. When I’m flesh and I’m blood, In the darkness I roam.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?