Answer:
We are five little objects of an everyday sort, You will find us all in a tennis court.
My first is an insect; my second is a border; my whole puts the face in a tuneful disorder.
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
I am the yellow hem of the sea's blue skirt.
Gets rid of bad ones, short and tall. Tightens when used, one size fits all.
I can only be played on a windy day