Answer:
I am flora, not fauna. I am foliage, not trees. I am shrubbery, not grass. What am I?
What belongs to you but others use it more than you do?
What is easy to get into but hard to get out of?
I am the thing that is used to make your weight. What am I?
You use a knife to slice my head and weep beside me when I am dead.
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.