My children are near and far. No matter that I know where they are. The gift I give them make their day. But if I were gone they would wander away.
Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb.
I crawl on the earth. And rise on a pillar.
A serpent swam in a silver urn, A golden bird did in its mouth abide, The serpent drank the water, this in turn, Killed the serpent. Then the gold bird died.
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?
I roam through the lands hoping to rescue my love. I search high and low and will stomp on you if you get in my way!