Answer:
Sheets of paper that tell new stories each day.
It weighs next to nothing but no one can hold it for long. What is it?
A canvas full of stars.
It is something you will never see again.
You can tumble in it, Roll in it, Burn it, Animals eat it, Used to cover floors, Still used beyond stall doors. Freshens whatever it is placed on, Absorbs whatever is poured into it. What is it?
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.