Answer:
It is a sound of empty, speak and it'll talk back plenty. But all the more you yack, you'll get the same words back.
When it comes in, From sea to shore, Twenty paces you'll see, No less, no more.
It happens when something has been cut with H2O.
I have one eye. See near and far. I hold the moments you treasure and the things that make you weep.
Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?