Riddles

O you encircle all except the air
You are the great, vast organ of the earth
O, you have no bones, but they would be bare
We hide, but partake, sitting on our hearth
The rain you make: it washes us all clean
Yet we hide from you underneath our roofs
Through windows, sometimes, all that we have seen
The pattering, like many horses' hooves
When we go places without you
To take you with us, we put you in chains
We should not only love and respect you
Even before birth, you course through our veins
You seep through the soil, I walk upon you
So, roses are red, violets are blue

Your heat rises from the cauldron below
You destroy all that which come before you
You can rise up where there was only snow
Soon you will flow into the sea of blue
Your fiery flame leaves none in its wake
Your flames they will consume all that is dry
Plants won't grow for a while, no mistake
Smoke rises, blots out the sun in the sky
Your vengeful state, it must have a reason
But no one can seem to understand why
Likely, people committed high treason
I would not rule it out, I can't deny
You rage, it subsides; the grasses break through
And roses are red, violets are blue

The spirits patrol the fields and the ocean sits closely by
Through the ages, the stones are ground
And the sun turns around and around
And the stone to the wind says fie