Answer:
Very helpful if you intend to go gently down a river.
What occurs once in a minute, twice in a moment and never in one thousand years?
Is always in front of you but cannot be seen?
A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm the torment of man.
In many hallways you would stand, if not with this in hand.
How did the farmer find his wife?