Answer:
A box without hinges, lock or key, yet golden treasure lies within. Who am I?
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?
We are a round stone fruit with juicy yellow flesh and downy pinkish-ยญyellow skin that is often sweet or tart in taste. What are we?
What can be opened but cannot be closed?
Give it a toss, and it's ready, but not until it's dressed. What is it?
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?