There's a day, that comes around once a year.
To celebrate the man, you hold dear.
He gave you life, love and will pick you up if you fall.
When it comes to guys like him, He's the best of all.
Who is he?

Only one color, but not one size,
Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies.
Present in sun, but not in rain,
Doing no harm, and feeling no pain.
What is it?

I welcome the day with a show of light, I stealthily came here in the night. I bathe the earthy stuff at dawn, But by noon, alas! I'm gone.

Two in a corner, one in a room, zero in a house, but one in a shelter. What am I?

Take one out and scratch my head, I am now black but once was red. What am I?

I am first found in caves, now prolific online; I am a depiction, a drawing, a symbol, or sign. I will convey whichever mood you could wish; or for that matter, a fist, flask, or fish. What am I?

What is in seasons, seconds, centuries and minutes but not in decades, years or days?

My thunder comes before lightning.
My lightning comes before my rain.
My rain dries up all the land it touches.

Who am I?

Your mother’s brother’s only brother-in-law is asleep on your couch. Who is asleep on your couch?

I am Huge on Sunday and Saturday.
I am small from Tuesday to Thursday.
I do not exist on Monday and Friday.
Who am I?