Answer:
I have two hands but cannot clap
The land was white the seed was black it'll take a good scholar to riddle me that. What is it?
Power enough to smash ships and crush roofs. Yet it still must fear the sun.
Sometimes I am loud. And viewed with distaste. Poke out my 'eye', then I'm on the front of your face.
What has roots as nobody sees, is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet never grows?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?