Answer:
Has no feet, but travels far. Is literate, but not a scholar. Has no mouth, yet clearly speaks.
I am nothing but holes tied to holes, yet am strong as iron.
I have a face, yet no senses. But I don't really care, because time is of the essence.
The root tops the trunk on this backward thing, that grows in the winter and dies in the spring.
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
What do angels sing in the shower?