Answer:
A fruit on a tree. A tree on a fruit.
I have in me potatoes my name is semeler to a day
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads them, The mouth tastes them.
Delicious but said to be a lie.
Squeeze it and it cries tears. As red as its flesh, but its heart is made of stone.
I can only be played on a windy day