Answer:
I am beautiful up in the sky. I am magical yet I cannot fly. To people I bring luck to some people riches. The boy at my end does whatever he wishes
The more of this there is the less you see. What is it?
Born of sorrow, grow with age, you need a lot of me to be a sage. What am I?
I'm not really more than holes tied to more holes; I'm strong as good steel, though not as stiff as a pole.
What has a neck but no head?
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.