if i ever see the sun i will die don't call me ugly because its a lie and i can't hear your insults you're a mile up high and the ocean devours any tears that i cry just don't take my picture when i'm so dry

I run but never walk, I roar but have no mouth. I can carve through stone or cradle a seed, Yet I never leave my bed.

A continuous flow of water or mud, but also of series, movies and whatnot.

What does Sally sell on the seashore regardless of it’s lack of rarity?

Deep in the soil, I slumber and grow, A ruby-hued treasure that few truly know. Earthy and bold, I color your plate, A hidden delight, both hearty and great. What am I?