Answer:
A thousand wheels but move I do not. Call me what I am call me a lot.
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, Grown in the darkness, a ladyβs delight.
I am the kind of soda you must not drink. What am I?
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.
What is so delicate that saying its name breaks it?
Give it food and it will live, give it water and it will die.