Answer:
I am created through suffering, inspiration, joy, and even despair. Born as an idea, and then presented to the human eye. Unlike living things, I never die. What am I?
I am lighter than the material I am made of. You see parts of me but more of me is hidden underneath.
When you need me, you must find me. When you find me, you no longer need me. What am I?
I have feet on my head
I begin your sentences.
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.