Answer:
You went into the woods and got me. You sat down to seek me. You brought me home because you couldn't find me.
I have three feet but no arms or legs
I am easy to waste. I am unstoppable. What am I?
My head and tail both equal are my middle slender as a bee. Whether I stand on head or heel Is quite the same to you or me. But if my head should be cut off the matter's true though passing strange directly I to nothing change.
Open me, and you can't see me without a mirror. Close me and you can't see me at all. 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.