Answer:
Only one color, but not one size. Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies. Present in sun, but not in rain. Doing no harm, and feeling no pain.
My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go, I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.
I can be cracked, I can be made. I can be told, I can be played.
I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind.
Power enough to smash ships and crush roofs. Yet it still must fear the sun.
What did the baby corn say to its mother?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?