I sometimes come in a can but I'm not food.
I sometimes come in a bottle but I'm not a beverage.
I come in different colors but I'm not a rainbow.
I'm sometimes used with canvas but I'm not a tent.
I'm used with a brush but I'm not toothpaste.
What Am I?
I run over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night I sit, never alone. My tongue hangs out, up and to the rear, waiting to be filled in the morning. What am I?
Only one color, but not one size.
Stuck at the bottom, yet I easily fly.
Present in sun, but not in rain.
Doing no harm, and feeling no pain.
What Am I?