Answer:
Tall in the morning, short at noon, gone at night. But I'll be back soon.
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
Up on high I wave away but not a word can I say.
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
I'm white, I'm round, but not always around. Sometimes you see me, sometimes you don't.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.