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Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high. Eastern art from ancient time. Name me now and solve this rhyme.
Weight in my belly, Trees on my back, I travel fast in my place, but feet is a feature I lack
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
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.
I am always in front of you, but you will never see me. What am I?
If it’s information you seek, come and see me. If it’s pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?