Answer:
It comes only before, it comes only after. Rises only in darkness, but rises only in light. It is always the same, but is yet always different.
Where jewelry pierces your head.
What is born on the ground but floats to the sky, to be returned back again from the clouds up high?
What can go up but never come down?
In your fire you hear me scream! Creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
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.