Beneath the drowsy summer sun, I spread my golden hair. From dawn until the day is done, I lie without a care. My locks soon turn from gold to white. And so depends my ease. My hair comes loose and takes to flight. Adrift upon the breeze. What am I?
Abuse me for I will not care. Curse me when I stray from fair. Brute force won't put me in my place. Smooth and even wins the race. Envy colors where I rest. No sandy beaches for the best. What am i ?
At dusk I come without being fetched. At dawn I disappear without being stolen. I'm a poet's tears and a sailor's guide. What am I?
Sometimes given when its cold, Sometimes found along the road, Blades that lie beneath the skin, Where to place the heavy load. What am I?
