I have only one foot, but thousands of toes. My one foot stands, but never goes. I have hundreds of arms and they're mighty all. And thousands of fingers, large and small. From the ends of my fingers, beauty grows. I breathe with my hair, and I drink with my toes. In summer I feast and I shake and I quiver; but in winter I fast and I groan and I quiver.
What am I? 🤔