Answer:
I go in dry and come out wet. The longer I stay in the stronger my surroundings get.
To cross the water I'm the way. For water I'm above I touch it not and truth to say I neither swim nor move.
I rise and fall no matter what, only at finals rest do I not budge. What am I?
In Paris but not in France the thinnest of its siblings.
I am all around, yet to me you are half blind. Sunlight makes me invisible and difficult to find. 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.