Question: We are just like people. We grow, we get old, we die off. We come in many different colors. Black, white, brown. We come in a army, there are thousands of us, yet we have no war. But we will still die off over the years. 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?
Answer: The letter D