Answer:
I am made by nature soft as silk; A puffy cloud white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop.
I am a five letter word. If you remove my first letter I am a form of energy. Remove my first two and I am needed to live. Scramble the last three and you can drink me. What am I?
What has words but never speaks?
What do you call a pig that is no fun to be around?
You write on me and secrets I can keep. In places never seen. I spin like a top. Though stiff as a board I'm often described like a mop.
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?