Answer:
I can be simple or I can be complex. I can be found in this riddle or in everyday life. I can be shapes or even colors.
My geometry is lost in the night to be found in daylight's break. The rigors of time have torn me to shreds, yet I stand to protect that which lies within. What am I?
I am carried by mad animals.
You throw me out when you use me and take me in when you are done. What am I?
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
I march before armies a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover one-legged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.