Answer:
Looks like water, but it's heat. Sits on sand, lays on concrete. A play on the eyes, but it's all lies.
We are five little objects of an everyday sort. You will find us all in a tennis court.
What gets beaten, and whipped, but never cries?
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
What is the thing which, once poured out, cannot be gathered again?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?