Answer:
I always go to bed with my shoes on. What am I?
They come at night without being called and are lost in the day without being stolen. What are they?
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?
Sing me to a baby about to go to sleep.
I can be simple or I can be complex. I can be found in this riddle or in everyday life. I can be shapes or even colors.
Mountains will crumble and temples will fall. And no man can survive its endless call.