Answer:
Whatβs black in the morning, red in the afternoon, and white at night?
This only turns over once you have traveled very far. What is it?
Iron roof, glass walls, burns and burns and never falls.
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not
Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?