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.
I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
What goes around the wood but never goes into the wood?
I transfer oxygen from the atmosphere to your blood
Never resting, never still. Moving silently from hill to hill. It does not walk, run or trot. All is cool where it is not. What is it?
What did the grape do when he got stepped on?