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.

I’m torn from a mountain but fit in your palm, I don’t bend or bruise, I stay solid and calm. I skip on the water, I grind into sand, Found on the shore or deep in the land. What am I?

We are different yet share the same name Both can be seen but only one can touched One is sweet while the other is vibrant What is our name

The plural of this riddled beast is where the answer hinges. Where the plural of phalanx is phalanges, more than one Giza guardian is...