Answer:
Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
Thirty white horses on a red hill, First they champ, Then they stamp, Then they stand still.
What flies around all day but never goes anywhere?
My first is in some but not in all. My second is into but not in tall. My third in little but no in big. My fourth in port but not in pig. My whole is made in nature's way. For clothing, rugs used every day.
I go around in circles, but always straight ahead. Never complain, no matter where I am led.
What is always coming but never arrives?