Answer:
It's like food but water kills it. What is it?
Who spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals. And hides at night?
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
Creatures of power, creatures of grade, creatures of beauty, creatures of strength. As for their lives, they set everything's pace. For all things must come to live. Under their emerald embraceย Either in their life or in their death.
Jack and Jill when up the hill jack fell down
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?