Answer:
I appear in the morning. But am always there. You can never see me. Though I am everywhere. By night I am gone, though I sometimes never was. Nothing can defeat me. But I am easily gone.
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?
What has wings, but can not fly. Is enclosed, but can outside also lie. Can open itself up, or close itself away. Is the place of kings and queens and doggerel of every means. What is it upon which I stand? Which can lead us to different lands.
My second is performed by my first, and it is thought a thief by the marks of my whole might be caught.
Hold the tail, while I fish for you.
Dry though I may be, I am still a sea.