Answer:
You can always find me in the past. I am created in the present, but the future can not change me. What am I?
I stink in living but when dead smells good.
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt my merest touch brings laughter.
To cross the water, I'm the way. For water I'm above, I touch it not and truth to say, I neither swim nor move. What am I?
You bury me when Iām alive and dig me up when Iām dead. 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.