Answer:
Walk on the living, they donβt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
I am so delicate that even mentioning me breaks me. What am I?
I am black and white and full of fuzz
It's in your hand though you can not feel it. Only you and time can reveal it.
Feed me and I live. Give me water and I die. What am I?
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.