Answer:
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?
I sleep by day, I fly by night. I have no feathers to aid my flight. What am I?
I cannot be bought cannot be sold even if Iβm sometimes made of gold.
I moan I groan I chase after you. I never seem to rest. Timeβs up for you.
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?