Born in layers, black as night, I hold a shine but give no light. Cut and worn, I’m stone, not gem, Named in Greek for claw or stem. What am I?

If life should happen to give you lemons You can make an invisible type If life instead gave you galls and gum I will make a brown or black stripe

Lucy was here with carbon with very demanding parents.

I sink, yet people build with me. I’m known for the coast, but also for arid land. I’m measureless, but people use me to measure time.

Fish, burst, light, dust all come after me. Lone, rising, super and all come before me.