Answer:
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
I bubble and laugh and spit water in your face. I am no lady, and I don't wear lace.
A harvest sown and reaped on the same day in an unplowed field. Which increases without growing, remains whole though it is eaten within and without. Is useless and yet the staple of nations.
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?
I appear in the morning. But am always there. You can never see me. Though I am everywhere. By night I am gone, though I sometimes never was. Nothing can defeat me. But I am easily gone.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.