Answer:
When the son of the water returns to the parent, it dies. What is it?
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
Only one color, but not one size. Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies. Present in sun, but not in rain. Doing no harm, and feeling no pain.
It's a game played by serious people that takes place on a global scale.
In the night a mountain, in the morning a meadow.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.