Answer:
I have palms but not on hands I offer foods from distant lands When at my peak you'll see me smoke I'm famous for my friendly folk My flowers grow and yet they lay There's fire where a man will play.
Tear me off and scratch my head what once red is now black.
Born of sorrow, grows with age, you need a lot to be a sage. What is it?
I have numbers on my face but can't find 13 any place. What am I?
Never ahead, ever behind, yet flying swiftly past, for a child, I last forever, for adults, I'm gone too fast.
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.
What am I?
Animal
Difficult
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic