Answer:
Above all things have I been placed Thus have I, a man disgraced. I describe sunlight or lock But after all, I'm just a rock
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
He stands beside the road. In a purple cap at tattered green cloak. Those who touch him, curse him.
What flies around all day but never goes anywhere?
Two horses, swiftest traveling, harnessed in a pair, and grazing ever in places. Distant from them.
What goes up the hill and down the hill, And spite of all, yet stand still?