Answer:
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
I was not born but I am here. I have no name but I am given many. I was made by science and life
I can be heard in a court or carried with you.
When young I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged I make you gay. When old I am valued more than ever.
I can climb mountains, cross streams, handle hundreds of feet each day, yet I never move. What am I?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.