Answer:
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?
What is given but kept by the giver?
What goes up when the rain comes down?
Turn us on our backs and open up our stomachs you will be the wisest of men though at start a lummox.
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high, Eastern art from ancient time, Name me now and solve this rhyme.
I can only be played on a windy day