Answer:
Your reflection can be seen here, as long as you’re not moving.
A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm the torment of man.
Lots of them make up a word, And lots of words are in them. It's easy when you think about it. A while ago we stamped and mailed them.
What you do to determine the length of something
There is a woman in a boat, on a lake, wearing a coat. If you want to know her name, it’s in the riddle I just wrote. What’s the woman’s name?
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?