Answer:
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
My life can be measured in hours, I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe.
There are two meanings to me. With one I may need to be broken, with the other I hold on. My favorite characteristic is my charming dimple.
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground It holds pale gems of blue.
What is that which, though black itself, enlightens the world without burning?
What do angels sing in the shower?
Difficult
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?