Answer:
Ten men's strength, ten men's length. Ten men can't break me, yet a young boy walks off with me. What am I?
As a stone inside a tree, I’ll help your words outlive thee. But if you push me as I stand, the more I move the less I am.
After you go through a fall, I will take over. All life will stall, or at least grow slower. What am I?
I cannot be felt seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
Die without me, never thank me. Walk right through me, never feel me. 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.