Answer:
I am a box that holds keys without locks, yet they can unlock your soul.
It is the electronic version of junk mail or a salty meat in a can.
Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
What has four wings but cannot fly and uses the wind but does not know why?
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high, Eastern art from ancient time, Name me now and solve this rhyme.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?