Answer:
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths. What am I?
Draw fire or fill me; I'm still empty.
What kind of table can you eat?
People need me, yet they give me away every day. What am I?
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.
When I'm born I fly. When I'm alive I lay. When I'm dead I run.