Answer:
The root tops the trunk on this backward thing, that grows in the winter and dies in the spring.
What must be in the oven yet can not be baked? Grows in the heat yet shuns the light of day? What sinks in water but rises with air? Looks like skin but is fine as hair?
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive.
A mile from end to end, yet as close to as a friend. A precious commodity, freely given. Seen on the dead and on the living. Found on the rich, poor, short and tall, but shared among children most of all.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?