Answer:
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?
I can be long or short. I can be grown or bought. I can be painted or left bare. My tip can be round or square. (one word)
Bright as diamonds, loud as thunder, never still, a thing of wonder. What am I?
I am a seed with three letters in my name. Remove the last two and I still sound the same. What am I?
I am the kind of soda you must not drink.
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.