Answer:
In birth I spring forth, in life I unfold. In death I wilt and die, but rebirth restores all.
What is red and smells like blue paint?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?
What can be broken without being touched?
What is it that you must give before you can keep it
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.