I have a sole but no soul, I let your toes peek out with pride. I follow you wherever you go, And keep the ground beneath your stride. What am I?

In a car for your safety. On a shoe to keep it fastened. The weight of a heavy load on a structure. I even make a bitchin accessory on a belt!

Empty fingers wait for five, yet none of mine are truly alive.

A tool to guide, in the forest night. Or a tool to get your circles right.

I'm the source of the problem, or so they call me, When really I'm just part of a plant or a tree, Where it's dark and it's cold I burrow my way, I seek out fresh water and lock my body in place