While I run, I love to babble. Leaving horseshoes without a saddle. And though I may seem a little bit cold, for your hard work, I'll exchange with you some Gold. What am i?

I rise and fall at the moon’s command, and stretch beyond the reach of land. I cradle seaweed and creatures deep, while guiding lights above me sweep.

I have many twisting arms but no hands, and I drink from the sun and the rain. My children are born in heavy purple or green clusters, only to be crushed so they may age in a cellar.

I roar, I rumble, I burble. I splash, I murmur, I gurgle. I can sound like thunder. I can pull you down under.

A big purple goodness, given many names, one of them would be a chickens kids with some fauna