Answer:
Tool of thief, toy of queen. Always used to be unseen. Sign of joy, sign of sorrow. Giving all likeness borrowed.
I stand in one place yet fill the whole room. I can be filled with molten rock and come in every hue. What am I?
I am enjoyed with a pot and some pointy sticks.
I save lives on the ground and in the air
cloud is my mother wind is my father.
What can never be put in a saucepan?