Answer:
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.
What surrounds the world, yet dwells within a thimble?
In the evening I'm long, in the morning I'm small; When seen in a ballroom, I'm nothing at all.
In the night a mountain, in the morning a meadow.
What can stand in place of a country but still fold away in a drawer?
Who makes it, has no need of it. Who buys it, has no use for it. Who uses it, can't see it. What is it?