Answer:
I dig out tiny caves and store gold and silver in them. I also build bridges of silver and make crowns of gold. They are the smallest you could imagine. Sooner or later everybody needs my help. Yet many people are afraid to let me help them.
Forward Iām heavy, but backwards Iām not.
What goes in the water black and comes out red?
Today he is there to trip you up. And he will torture you tomorrow. Yet he is also there to ease the pain, when you are lost in grief and sorrow.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
Dry though I may be, I am still a sea.