Answer:
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
It flies when it's on and floats coming off.
I hide but my head is outside.
What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?
What can be swallowed, but can swallow you?
I can only be played on a windy day