Answer:
A fruit on a tree. A tree on a fruit.
Alight or in dark, my face is a leer. In a field with my brothers, you’ll find me without bother, For that autumn day is mine.
It nukes food at the touch of a button.
I come out of the earth, I am sold in the market. He who buys me cuts my tail, takes off my suit of silk, and weeps beside me when I am dead.
I'm a fruit that grows on a tree. Some of my varieties include Red Delicious and Granny Smith.
Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.