Answer:
Thirty white horses on a red hill, First they champ, Then they stamp, Then they stand still.
By Moon or by Sun, I shall be found. Yet I am undone, if there's no light around
Talks like this, a green wise man does. Guess my clue, you will.
What can bring back the dead. Make us cry, make us laugh, make us young. Born in an instant yet lasts a life time?
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, grown in the darkness, a lady's delight.
It produces a flower but it is not its fruitΝΎ it produces branches which are its fruit.