Answer:
small land in water.
Whoever made me doesn't want me. Whoever bought me doesn't need me. Whoever uses me doesn't know me. What am I?
I move very slowly. I accompany life, and survive past demise. I am viewed with esteem in many women’s eyes.
I come out of the earth, I am sold in the market. The one who buys me cuts my tail, takes off my suit of silk, and weeps beside me when I am dead. What am I?
What gets broken without being held?
What’s a carpet’s favorite sport?