Answer:
What can be swallowed, But can also swallow you?
Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
I grow for a surface, even if you cut me. I continue to grow even after death.
They belong to me; they belong to you; They can make you feel happy or make you feel blue; They never end until the day you do.
What goes in, but never through? I've got some and so do you. We might lend one, or even two, but only if our trust is true.
I can only be played on a windy day