Answer:
I am full of holes but still holds water.
A little pool with two layers of wall around it. One white and soft and the other dark and hard, amidst a light brown grassy lawn with an outline of a green grass. What am I?
I cannot be felt seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
I no longer have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now Iām white and empty. What am I?
You have to travel far before you turn it over. What is it?
Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.