Answer:
I have legs but never walk, I may have flowers but no soil, I hold food but never eat.
You eat something you neither plant nor plow. It is the son of water, but if water touches it, it dies.
I have one eye. See near and far. I hold the moments you treasure and the things that make you weep.
Mountains will crumble and temples will fall. And no man can survive its endless call.
What is it that makes tears without sorrow and takes its journey to heaven?
Brings the sky a lot closer.