Answer:
Soldiers line up spaced with pride. Two long rows lined side by side. One sole unit can decide, if the rows will unite or divide.
I don't think or eat or slumber. Or move around or fear thunder. Just like you I look the same but I can't harm you or be your bane.
What binds two people yet touches only one?
Who is he that runs without a leg. And his house on his back?
What is up thatβs also down? Whatβs a smile and a frown?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?