Answer:
I am an odd number that become even when beheaded.
I am a mountain at night, meadow at day. What am I?
You do not want me when you donβt have me, but when you have me you donβt want to lose me. What am I?
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate, yet I have my own style of music. What am I?
I have roots nobody sees. I am taller than trees. Up up I go but I never grow.
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.