Answer:
More precious than gold, but cannot be bought, Can never be sold, only earned if itβs sought, If it is broken it can still be mended, At birth it canβt start nor by death is it ended.
It is destruction made out of thin air, You hear it howl and give a prayer, Through barns and houses it will tear. It is a deadly funnel, Of violent and twisting air.
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive!
What has a single eye but cannot see?
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.