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

What is it?

Tell me something, which has roots as nobody sees, Is taller than trees, Up, up it goes, And yet never grows?

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?

Tell me something, Which breaks but never falls down?

It can run but never walks, It has a mouth but never talks, It has a head but never weeps, Has a bed but never sleeps.