Answer:
I lose my head in the morning and regain back it at night.
I am slim and tall many find me desirable and appealing they touch me and I give a false good feeling once I shine in splendor but only once and then no more for many I am to die for.
I come out of the earth, I am sold in the market. The one who buys me cuts my tail, takes off my suit of silk, and weeps beside me when I am dead. What am I?
What happens when you throw a green stone into the Red Sea?
Whoever makes it tells it not. Whoever takes it knows it not. Whoever knows it wants it not
Though not a plant, has leaves. Though not a beast, has spine. Though many wouldn't need this thing, It's more valuable than wine.