Answer:
Oh lord! I am not worthy! I bend my limbs to the ground. I cry yet without a sound. Let me drink of waters deep. And in silence I will weep.
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. What am I?
I moan I groan I chase after you. I never seem to rest. Timeβs up for you.
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?
You throw away my outside you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside.
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.