Riddle:
Many things can create one, it can be of any shape or size, it is created for various reasons, and it can shrink or grow with time. What is it?
Riddle:
Not born, but from a Mother's body drawn, I hang until half of me is gone. I sleep in a cave until I grow old, then valued for my hardened gold. What am I?
Riddle:
Black I am and much admired, men seek me until they're tired. When they find me, they break my head, and take from me my resting bed. What am I?