Answer:
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
What force and strength cannot get through. I, with a gentle touch, can do. Many in the street would stand. Were I not a friend at hand.
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.
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?
You throw away the outside and cook the inside. Then you eat the outside and throw away the inside. What did you eat?
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.