Answer:
You throw away the outside, eat the inside, then throw away the inside. What is it?
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
What is round as a dishpan, deep as a tub, and still the oceans couldn't fill it up?
Salty water everywhere but not sea in sight.
What tree that definitely grows does not have a shadow and does not grow fruit?
I have two bodies joined together as one. When standing still I run and run.