Answer:
I twist and turn and leave a loop. What am I?
I come off of a beautiful creature which soars in the sky. I come off of a peckish creature which has a tail as mighty as the sun! I am sometimes dirty and parents beg you not to pick me up.
You can see me in water, but I never get wet. What am I?
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind. 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.