Answer:
Take one out and scratch my head, I am now black but once was red.
Only two backbones and thousands of ribs.
Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
Though not a plant, has leaves. Though not a beast, has spine. Though many wouldn't need this thing, It's more valuable than wine.
The more of it there is, the less you see.
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail