Answer:
What weaves webs as they grow?
What can be big, white, dirty and wicked?
I crawl on the earth. And rise on a pillar.
Not a burden for its weight and daily carried out, He who takes it wishes it had never come about
What zips through the sky with a tail of fire and dust. It could be an omen, its origin to discuss?
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.