Answer:
What relies on columns but isn't a house, and asks for help but can't speak itself?
What has roots that nobody sees, and is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet it never grows.
What is lighter than what it is made of?
I am the third from a sparkle bright, I thrive throughout the day and night. Deep in the path of a cows white drink. I've had thousands of millions of years to think. But one of my creatures is killing me. And so the question I ask to thee, is
Tall in the morning, short at noon, gone at night. But I'll be back soon.
I can only be played on a windy day