Answer:
I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind.
What is eaten but not grown and was born in water but will disappear if soaked?
When I get closer my tail grows longer, but when I go away my tail leads the way.
What always goes to bed with his shoes on?
When the creeper passes, all the grass kneels
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.