Answer:
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.
It's in your hand though you can not feel it. Only you and time can reveal it.
It is a path of cow juice spread across the sky but cannot be seen by the naked eye
I sleep by day, I fly by night. I have no feathers to aid my flight.
What is lighter than what it is made of?
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?