Answer:
Born of sorrow, grows with age, you need a lot to be a sage. What is it?
I cut through evil like a double edged sword and chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise through battles fought with heart and mind instead of with my gaze.
In spring, I am gay in handsome array. In summer, more clothing I wear. When colder it grows, I fling off my clothes. In winter, quite naked appear. What am I?
The more you look at me The less you see.
I had a bright start, but I couldn't take the pressure. I consume everything, yet I don't eat anything. What am I?
I am used for light yet I am solid. Without me you would feel enclosed. I hate being touched especially with a lot of force. I like to be in buildings.