Answer:
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
What goes up but never comes down?
What relies on columns but isn't a house, and asks for help but can't speak itself?
The land was white the seed was black it'll take a good scholar to riddle me that. What is it?
It is a sound of empty, speak and it'll talk back plenty. But all the more you yack, you'll get the same words back.
If it’s information you seek, come and see me. If it’s pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?