Answer:
The land was white the seed was black it'll take a good scholar to riddle me that. What is it?
Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
Turns us on our backs, and open up our stomachs. You will be the wisest of men though at start a lummox.
It's in your hand though you can not feel it. Only you and time can reveal it.
What stays on the ground but never gets dirty?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?