A hunter is walking through the woods. To hunt for me, he stops and stands still. Because he could not find me, he brings me home. What am I?

From ash I return Flames are my down In the wild you may see me in the sky But I can be comfortable at a desk as well

Where buildings are without living people Where plants have taken control Where the silence can be disturbing, yet the voice of a stranger is even scarier

nickname so sweet, it is a treat, but you must wait twelve months to eat

I come in different forms. Sometimes i'm hard, other times i'm soft. I can cause pleasure and devastation. You cannot survive without me in your life.