Answer:
Every dawn begins with me. At dusk I'll be the first you see and daybreak couldn't come without. What midday centers all about. Daises grow from me I'm told. And when I come I end all code but in the sun I won't be found. Yet still each day I'll be around.
I am an odd number that become even when beheaded.
I transfer oxygen from the atmosphere to your blood
Iām hard as a rock and as light as a feather. Iām passed on to one another. Poor people need me and rich people have me.
Men seize me from my home tear apart my flesh drink the sweet blood then cast my skin aside.
It's what light turns into in the night