Answer:
He stands beside the road. In a purple cap at tattered green cloak. Those who touch him, curse him.
Lives without a body, hears without ears, speaks without a mouth, to which the air alone gives birth. What is it?
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
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.
A dragon's tooth in a mortal's hand, I kill, I maim, I divide the land.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?