Answer:
What has wings, but can not fly. Is enclosed, but can outside also lie. Can open itself up, or close itself away. Is the place of kings and queens and doggerel of every means. What is it upon which I stand? Which can lead us to different lands.
If Teresa’s daughter is my daughter’s mother, who am I to Teresa?
I am so simple that I can only point. Yet I guide men all over the world.
What is it which builds things up? Lays mountains low? Dries up lakes, and makes things grow? Cares not a whim about your passing? And is like few other things, because it is everlasting?
Bury deep, Pile on stones, My mind will always Dig up them bones
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive!