Answer:
I cannot be burned in fire or drowned in water
I have cities with no people forests with no trees and oceans with no water.
I am an instrument capable of making numerous sound but cannot be touched or seen.
I am a pretty one, fluttering in the pale blue sky. Delicate, fragile on the wing, indeed I am a pretty thing. What am I?
What belongs to you but others use it more than you do?
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk