Answer:
I am made by nature soft as silk; A puffy cloud white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop.
The person who makes it sells it. The person who buys it never uses it. The person who uses it never sees it. What is it?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.
Send poorly behaved children to me and let them sit here.
Every dawn begins with me. At dusk I'll be the first you see and daybreak couldn't come without. What midday centers all about. Daises grow from me I'm told. And when I come I end all code but in the sun I won't be found. Yet still each day I'll be around.
I will disappear every time you say my name.