Answer:
You eat something you neither plant nor plow. It is the son of water, but if water touches it, it dies.
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
In many years, not much has happened. In many minutes, a lot has happened. In one second, everything has happened.
A muttered rumble was heard from the pen, and I, in my walking stopped to look in. What was this I saw? A massive beast, hoofed, and jawed. With spikes upon its mighty brow, I watched as he struck the turf and prowled. And yet for all of his magnificence, he couldn't get out of that wooden fence.
The more holes you cover the lower it goes.
Forward Iām heavy, but backwards Iām not.