Answer:
What is eaten but not grown and was born in water but will disappear if soaked?
My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I'm always ready to tell a tale.
A tiny bead, like fragile glass, strung along a cord of grass.
The sun bakes them, the hand breaks them, the foot treads on them, and the mouth tastes them.
Many hear me, but no one sees me, and I only speak when spoken to
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?