Answer:
I am a sound made by felines when petted.
If there is a bee in my hand, what is in my eye?
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.
I am a time for gathering crops. Remove the first three letters and I become an object you can wear.
you hold my tail while I fish for you
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.