Answer:
Through its wounds, water does run. It once held many but now has none. What is it?
Come up and let us go. Go down and here we stay.
The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind. What is it?
The sun bakes them, the hand breaks them, the foot treads on them, and the mouth tastes them.
You can see nothing else, When you look in my face, I will look you in the eye, And I will never lie.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?