Answer:
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
My coat keeps me safe From damage thatβs near. I cause you happiness, sadness, Anticipation and fear. On the outside, I am put under judgment of price. But my insides have far more value That not even MONEY can suffice.
It is greater than God and more evil than the devil. The poor have it, the rich need it, and if you eat it you'll die.
A time when they're green. A time when they're brown. But both of these times, cause me to frown. But just in between, for a very short while. They're perfect and yellow. And cause me to smile.
What is often returned but is never borrowed?
My days are numbered. What am I?