Answer:
The warmer I am the fresher I am.
I cannot be felt seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
The more of this there is the less you see. What is it?
It flies around all day but never goes anywhere? What is it?
If you have it, you donβt share it. If you share it, you donβt have it. What is it?
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.