Answer:
I am the type of room you cannot enter or leave. Raise from the ground below I could be poisonous or a delicious treat.
I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes, yet I see. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was. What am I?
My first though water cures no thirst my next alone has soul and when he lives upon my first he then is called my whole.
I go up and I go down, towards the sky and the ground. Iβm present and past tense too, letβs go for a ride, me and you. What am I?
Without me everyone would lose their head. 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.