Answer:
At first I am a yellow weed in the lawn, and then the wind blows, and my white feathers are gone. What am I?
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?
Grows from the ground, bushes and grass, leaves of yellow, red and brow, unruly plants, get the axe, trim the hedge back down.
I can move even when you are still. I can be one or many.
You can tumble in it, roll in it, burn it, animal eat it. Used to cover floors, still used beyond stall doors. Freshens whatever it is placed on. Absorbs whatever is poured into it.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.