I have no voice, yet I roar in the storm.
I have no body, yet I carve canyons in form.
I have no hands, yet I sculpt mountains so grand.
I have no feet, yet I travel across every land.
I am the cradle of life, the source of all tears,
I quench the parched throat and vanish through fears.
I am the mirror reflecting the sun's golden ray,
But a single touch, and I slip silently away.
I am gentle as dew, a whisper in the night,
But unleash my fury, and cities take flight.
I wear a million faces, a canvas so vast,
From crystal clear lakes to glaciers that hold the past.
I am the sculptor's clay, the artist's delight,
Reflecting the moon in the stillness of night.
I am the farmer's hope, the lifeblood of trees,
A bond that connects all, carried on the breeze.
Though seemingly weak, I hold immense might,
Crumbling castles with an invisible bite.
I am the builder, the destroyer, a force to behold,
A story untold, yet a truth to be told.
What am I?
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