Answer:
I move without wings Between silken string I leave as you find My substance behind.
I have roots that no one sees and I am taller than trees. Up, up I go, but never do I grow. What am I?
The more you take of me the more you leave behind.
I take off my clothes when you put on your clothes. I put on my clothes when you take off your clothes
Tear me off and scratch my head, what once was red is black instead. What am I?
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk