Answer:
What is that you will break everytime you name it?
One by one we fall from heaven down into the depths of past, And our world is ever upturned so that yet some time we’ll last.
What’s black in the morning, red in the afternoon, and white at night?
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.
Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The baby’s right,
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?