Answer:
What is it that you must give before you can keep it.
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
Thirty white horses on a red hill, First they champ, Then they stamp, Then they stand still.
I am a span of time you can always see through I am also the timepiece with the most pieces. What am I?
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.