Answer:
Soldiers fight it but never changes.
What gets wetter and wetter the more it dries?
Not my sister nor my brother but still the child of my mother and father. Who am I?
In birth I spring forth, in life I unfold. In death I wilt and die, but rebirth restores all.
What starts with a P, ends with an E and has a million letters in it?
What is always coming but never arrives?