Answer:
A tree with 5 branches, no leaves and no fruits
Take one out and scratch my head I am now black but once was red.
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.
Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
Three little letters. A paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?