Answer:
I'm sometimes white and always wrong. I can break a heart and hurt the strong. I can build love or tear it down. I can make a smile or bring a frown.
What zips through the sky with a tail of fire and dust. It could be an omen, its origin to discuss?
What gets wet while drying?
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice thatβs the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.
What has six faces and twenty-one eyes?
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.