Answer:
What kind of running means walking?
A tiny bead, like fragile glass, strung along a cord of grass.
In the night a mountain, in the morning a meadow.
I wear a red robe, with staff in hand, and a stone in my throat.
Voiceless it cries,Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters.
Dry though I may be, I am still a sea.