Answer:
The sun bakes me, the hand breaks me, the foot treads on me, and the mouth tastes me. What am I?
I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me, only when he last closes his eyes.
I am asleep when you are awake I am awake when you fall asleep. I can fly but no feathers to aid my flight.
Fashions change, but what can a person wear that is never out of style?
I only exist when you are here. Where you never were I can never be.
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.