Answer:
Lighter than what I am made of. More of me is hidden than seen. What am I?
When young I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged I make you gay. When old I am valued more than ever.
What do you call a bear in the rain?
What goes through towns and over hills but never moves?
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, Grown in the darkness, a ladyβs delight.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?