Answer:
What always goes to bed with his shoes on?
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not. What is it?
When the creeper passes, all the grass kneels
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?
You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows.