Answer:
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.
I appear in the morning. But am always there. You can never see me. Though I am everywhere. By night I am gone, though I sometimes never was. Nothing can defeat me. But I am easily gone.
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
A seed am I, three letters make my name. Take away two and I still sound the same.
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.