Answer:
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
My tongue hangs out as I run over fields and streets all day. I get tied up every morning and untied at night.
It floats over the land, It cuts the tallest mountain, Its voice is like a fountain, Its body like a snake, Will flow into a lake.
A caribbean shape that makes ships disappear
Mountains will crumble and temples will fall. And no man can survive its endless call.
I can only be played on a windy day