Answer:
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
When I get closer my tail grows longer, but when I go away my tail leads the way.
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 is it which builds things up? Lays mountains low? Dries up lakes, and makes things grow? Cares not a whim about your passing? And is like few other things, because it is everlasting?
Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?