Answer:
Lives in winter, dies in summer, and grows with its roots upward. What is it?
I am a small paradise surrounded by dryness and heat. What am I?
I am asleep when you are awake I am awake when you fall asleep. I can fly but no feathers to aid my flight.
I go from house to house a messenger small and tight. Whether it rains or snows I sleep outside at night.
I am what bring things together. Without me everything you see would be a total mass or debris everywhere.
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.