Answer:
What is it that makes tears without sorrow and takes its journey to heaven?
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own.
When you stop and look, you can always see me. If you try to touch, you cannot feel me. I cannot move, but as you near me, I will move away from you.
Has no feet, but travels far. Is literate, but not a scholar. Has no mouth, yet clearly speaks.
My first master has four legs, my second master has two. My first I serve in life, my second I serve in death. Tough I am, yet soft beside. Against ladies cheeks I often reside.
Brings the sky a lot closer.