Answer:
I am the kind of a tree that is carried in your hand. What am I?
You can see me in water, but I never get wet. What am I?
I am the black child of a white father a wingless bird flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me even though there is no cause for grief and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.
When you need me, you must find me. When you find me, you no longer need me. What am I?
I will go within you and destroy you. Only because you wanted me too
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.