Answer:
The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind.
It floats over the land, It cuts the tallest mountain, Its voice is like a fountain, Its body like a snake, Will flow into a lake.
Though easy to spot, when allowed to plume, It is hard to see, when held in a room.
Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
As destructive as life, As healing as death; An institutioner of strife, Just as prone to bless. It is all that is good, Yet with an evil trend; As it was the beginning of things, It can also be the end.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.