Answer:
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?
I am so delicate that even mentioning me breaks me. What am I?
I jump when I walk and sit when I stand.
I am a chair that can move. What am I?
What is the edge of earth and bread?
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.