Answer:
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as my flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
I can never be stolen from you. I am owned by everyone. Some have more some have less.
I am a precious stone as clear as diamond. Seek me out while the sun's near the horizon. Though you can walk on water with my power try to keep me and I'll vanish in an hour.
What goes through towns and over hills but never moves?
Lives in winter, dies in summer, and grows with its roots upward. What is it?
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.