Each day, I rise, I recede, never fall: lands of earth know my touch, one and all- The wise once saw me as proof, the world is round: for heavens move me, a truth profound.

I am shaped by pale lunar glow, but I do not have mind or will of my own. People often wade through my highs and rest when I'm low me.

I stand tall and wrapped in stripes The fat of giant sea beasts fuels my light My glowing eye burns through the grey A mighty guide till the break of day

I can never be found but all know my name. I appear on no map and stay where I stay.

I can run but never walk, I have a mouth but never talk, I have a head but not a brain, I have a bed but I never sleep. What am I?