Answer:
One simple click, one simple flash. A piece of memory, for years I'll last. What am I?
Forward I am heavy backward I am not. What am I?
I am beautiful up in the sky. I am magical yet I cannot fly. To people I bring luck to some people riches. The boy at my end does whatever he wishes
I run up and down the stairs without moving
What is made of wood, but can't be sawed?
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.