Need the other side? Use me - a zebra, lest ye be labeled a jay!

With ease and comfort I trim your nails, on the hunt for trading goods I set the sails. The first, small and fine, the second, mighty by design.

Springing from the ground like a flower, I might imprison a royal power, Or simply tell you the hour. Fall off me and your outlook is dour.

What loses its head in the morning , but gets it back at night?

I can be curled with a blade but I have no hair. I can be satin or silk, but I’m not a dress. I’m the final touch on a present, yet I’m the first thing torn away. What am I?