Answer:
Left to right Iām quite bright. Right to left I might bite.
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
He stands beside the road. In a purple cap at tattered green cloak. Those who touch him, curse him.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?