Answer:
Though desert men once called me God today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
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.
Poor people have it. Rich people need it. If you eat it you die. What is it?
I am rubber you can eat!
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.
Though not a plant, has leaves. Though not a beast, has spine. Though many wouldn't need this thing, It's more valuable than wine.