I have cities, but no houses. I have mountains, but no trees. I have water, but no fish. What am I?

Spin me round to simulate what all of us endure Though no one notices, 'cause relatively, we're secure A tool to picture something huge, though not perfect in scale I've evolved and changed throughout the years, since humanity set sail.

No matter how fast or far you run, you will never reach me, yet I will never move.

From American South, these sounds came, before rock was all the rage. Smooth and full of soul, with trombone and drumroll. Every night and every day, they played the trumpets down by the bay.

I'm not a ghost, but I'm all white. I'm not a cloud, but I take flight. I rush with force to bury and blind, Unforeseen, brutal and unkind.