Answer:
Soft and fragile is my skin, I get my growth in mud. Iām dangerous as much as pretty, for if not careful, I draw blood.
Though desert men once called me God, today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.
You can always see it, but it's too far away to touch. Mountains rest on it, and at sea it surrounds you. What is it?
What do you have when you're sitting down that you don't have when you're standing up?
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail