Answer:
What gives life and love, and is there till they die? What can hide you and find you, heal you and feed you but should never give up on you?
The more I appear The less you see. So riddle me this: What could I be?
The land was white the seed was black. It'll take a good scholar to riddle me that.
This patch of land stands alone
Hot tempered and sometimes it blows its top, making a mess of everything.
How did the farmer find his wife?