Answer:
I am lighter than the material I am made of. You see parts of me but more of me is hidden underneath.
The person who makes it sells it. The person who buys it never uses it. The person who uses it never sees it. What is it?
If you lose one of me, you are upset, bewildered, and perplexed. If you lose two of me, you are blissfully unaware. What am I?
I have roots nobody sees. I am taller than trees. Up up I go but I never grow.
What has to be broken before you can use it?
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?