I am born of mountains, yet I am no stone. Too many to number, yet each of me is nearly none. I shift without breath, travel without legs, and though I lie silent, I can drown an entire city. What am I?

I am one part of a massive army, Though to some viewers, they can see only me

A loss that's unfair, A road to nowhere, A grave without care, If hope is light then I am smog in the air, My name is

I make a meal of death and decay I’ll be the clouds on earth’s final day.I thrive in the darkness, the damp and neglected. But if you like to party, I might be selected My children and I, all interconnected

I sound like what holds your horses, keeping them stable, I sound like a king's tenure laid out on the table. But I'm neither of them, not in form, not in shape, When I rise, I'm invisible; when I fall, I obfuscate.