Answer:
Who makes it, has no need of it. Who buys it, has no use for it. Who uses it can neither see nor feel it. What is it?
I am the hole in the night, the ever watchful eye. I return in a cycle, to enlighten the sky.
I have rivers without water. Forests without trees. Mountains without rocks. Towns without houses.
Without a bridle, or a saddle, across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride, by help of me, though almost blind, are made to see.
Covered in stone and sun. It's home to many but also none. What is it?
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?