Answer:
I am black within and red without With four corners round about.
I am a bow that can never be tied or broken but can disappear. What am I?
The more it dries, the wetter it becomes. What is it?
I am always in front of you, but yet I am never here. What am I?
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust. What am I?
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.