Answer:
Men seize me from my home tear apart my flesh drink the sweet blood then cast my skin aside.
Bright as diamonds, loud as thunder, never still, a thing of wonder. What am I?
What goes through towns and over hills but never moves?
I have an eye but I cannot see. What am I?
I have leaves on my fruit my fruit is on my leaves.
I always murmur but never talk. Always run but never walk. I have a bed but never sleep, have a mouth but never speak. What am I?