Answer:
Grows from the ground, bushes and grass, leaves of yellow, red and brow, unruly plants, get the axe, trim the hedge back down.
Lighter than what I am made of, More of me is hidden Than is seen.
What is that over the head and under the hat?
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high. Eastern art from ancient time. Name me now and solve this rhyme.
The more you take, the more you leave behind.
I start with T end with T and within me is T.