Answer:
I need to be taken from you before you can have me.
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths. What am I?
When I come in from sea to shore twenty paces you'll see No less no more.
I am a tool for fairies.
Who keeps the ocean clean?
When I'm born I fly. When I'm alive I lay. When I'm dead I run.