Answer:
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard.
Always wax, yet always wane: I melt, succumbed to the flame. Lighting darkness, with fate unblest, I soon devolve to shapeless mess.
There is an ancient invention. Still used in some parts of the world today. That allows people to see through walls.
Plow and hoe, reap and sow, What soon does every farmer grow?
What is that which, though black itself, enlightens the world without burning?
Boxers do this for a living and kids do it in the backseat for free