Born from beans but not a meal, Dark as night, with steaming zeal. I lift the fog behind your eyes, And greet the dawn with bold surprise.

I have a head and a tail, but no body, what am I

I have a forest but no trees, a lake but no water, and a city but no people. What am I?

Enclosed in a wooden coffin I bleed to stain the white When my wounds run dry They cut to expose my pith

I am an element on the periodic table, a gas that is noble and stable. Used for some signs and some common lights, I control traffic and light up the night.