Answer:
What has thirteen hearts But no body or soul?
In the forest, this blends in just right, but every December it is covered with lights. What is it?
What has a head, a tail, is brown, and has no legs?
Searing 'cross the pitchΒ-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
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.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.