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.
It is by nature, soft as silk; A puffy cloud, white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop
What flies without wings?
I can be used to type and point you see. But don't forget, you can count on me. What am I?
What gets closer when you blink?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?