It is as large as a mountain, as small as a pea, endlessly swimming in a waterless ocean.

What is it?

There is a bridge in a hollow shape
And a hundred going over it
No blacksmith, nor mason,
nor carpenter built it really.

Try to search him in the mountain
And you can find him in the creek
He has no mouth -
Yet he speaks in every tongue
He has no ears -
And yet will answer every cry
Always having the final word.

Who is HE?

Tell me something, Which breaks but never falls down?

Thousand coloured folds stretch towards the sky,
Atop a tender strand,
Rising from the land,
'Til killed by maiden's hand,
Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.

What is this?