A Riddle

Question: I am made of scraps and rags, Yet when I am put together, I keep you warm in the winter. What am I?

Question: Every dawn begins with me At dusk I'll be the first you see And daybreak wouldn't come without What midday centers all about Daisies grow from me I'm told And when I come I end all cold But in the sun I won't be found Yet still each day I'll be around What am I?

Question: What tastes better than it smells?

Question: What goes in the water black and comes out red?

Question: What asks but never answers?

Question: A vivid reality, a naked morality, a place where wishes come true.