Answer:
What flares up and does a lot of good, and when it dies is just a piece of wood?
I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep. For mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think and answer the question...
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive!
There are millions of me. I am very small but when moving fast I am deadly.
Forward Iām heavy, but backwards Iām not.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?