Answer:
I've been argued on my color. Without me you'll die. So many attempts on your life use me so make sure you have many of my White friends.
I have palms but not on hands I offer foods from distant lands When at my peak you'll see me smoke I'm famous for my friendly folk My flowers grow and yet they lay There's fire where a man will play.
I can be short and sometimes hot. When displayed I'm never cold. What am I?
Born of sorrow, grows with age, you need a lot to be a sage. What is it?
I am the beginning of the end and the end of time and space. I am essential to creation and I surround every place.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?