I can talk and sometimes sing, but I cannot converse. You might see me in a a popular tiki room.

I am sometimes seen playing in the ocean with my friends, but I am not a fish or fowl. You might Swim with me.

I can see with my stomach, though my eyes are not blind. I am many, yet one, and my movement you won't find. I grow from a seed and I catch what passes me by, and without a brain, I can still make you cry. What am I?

I am always running, yet I never move from my bed. I carve valleys, but I have no hands.

Through loss and Heartbreak i was forged by the trees. To help recover a man's emptiness within. In order to be made flesh I must show my humanity. If planted seeds of doubt, the tree will then grow.