Answer:
Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
A tree with 5 branches, no leaves and no fruits
Used left or right, I get to travel over cobblestone or gravel. Used up, I vie for sweet success, used down, I cause men great duress.
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.
Though desert men once called me God, today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
What gets broken if itβs not kept?