Answer:
It's been around for millions of years, but is never more than a month old. What is it?
We are few to the wise; We are abundant to the drunken; We can calm the beast and are precious to the child; We can devour the heart, without piercing the skin
Take off my skin, I won't cry, but you will.
Though not a plant, has leaves. Though not a beast, has spine. Though many wouldn't need this thing, It's more valuable than wine.
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high, Eastern art from ancient time, Name me now and solve this rhyme.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?