I have no wings, yet I can swallow fleets. I have no hands, yet I shape stone. I breathe in tides and exhale storms. I hold more paths than land, yet no road can tame me. What am I?

A name such as mine, Has been known as divine, My locked face, a wave of destruction. Causing sailors to sway. In the night and the day, Only showing to relay Sol’s message.

I’m endless and wide Mountains can’t hold me Maps can’t close me I rhyme with a pole that supports sails and rigging on a ship

Mu first three, a container most preservative. My last three, sounds like a contagious sleep signal. Put both together and in some places I am grand. A deep crevasse, a scar on the motherland.

I twist and turn, I wind and bend, from start to stop, I guide your end. Cars and feet upon me meet, what am I, that runs beneath your feet?