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 am the tool, for inspiring many. Buy me in the store, for not much more than a penny. Don't overuse me, or my usefulness will go.
What gets wetter as it dries?
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. And whoever knows it wants it not
When can someone truthfully tell someone “well done” but think they did a bad job?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?