Answer:
Green arrows grow out of my sides. I go from yellow to white. My babies fly in the wind. What am I?
Until I am measured I am not known, Yet how you miss me when I have flown.
When there is fire in me then I am still cold. When I own your true love’s face then you will not see me. To all things I give no more than I am given. In time I may have all things, and yet I can keep nothing.
It is a part of us, and then replaced. It escapes out bodies, to a better place. The world becomes its sizeable home. Its passions unrestraint, the planet it roams.
I love to dance and twist and prance. I shake my tail, as away I sail. Wingless I fly into the sky.
It rows quickly with four oars but never comes out from under his own roof. What is it?