Well, here's one more...
In the dawn I'm small and bright,
bathing in the spring light,
in the noon I'm as the grass green,
and everywhere I'm seen,
by sunset I continue my run,
and change to color of blood or sun,
when the night comes I turn to brown,
and the fall dead down,
what am I?
NOTE:The day-times is metaphorical.
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by the way my name is Manwë, not Manwe
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