Answer:
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 it that has four legs, one head, and a foot?
I drift forever with the current down these long canals theyβve made, Tame, yet wild, I run elusive Multitasking to your aid. Before I came, the world was darker, colder, sometimes, rougher, true. But though I might make living easy, Iβm good at killing people too.
I am always in front of you, but you will never see me. What am I?
If you're stealing honey, be prepared to receive vengeance in this form.
What is always coming but never arrives?