Answer:
I wear a red robe, with staff in hand, and a stone in my throat.
A mile from end to end, yet as close to as a friend. A precious commodity, freely given. Seen on the dead and on the living. Found on the rich, poor, short and tall, but shared among children most of all.
I hide but my head is outside.
What always runs but never walks, often murmurs, never talks, has a bed but never sleeps, has a mouth but never eats?
Has feathers but can't fly. Rests on legs but can't walk.
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?