Answer:
War fought with pieces on a board.
Most people need it, some ask for it, some give it, but almost nobody takes it. What is it?
What is it that leaps and runs and yet, has no feet?
What gets broken without being held?
Dry though I may be, I am still a sea.
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, you’ll likely die. What am I?