Answer:
What is it that makes tears without sorrow and takes its journey to heaven?
I can be short and sometimes hot. When displayed, I rarely impress.
As soft as silk, as white as milk, as bitter as gall, a thick green wall, and a green coat covers me all.
As destructive as life, As healing as death; An institutioner of strife, Just as prone to bless. It is all that is good, Yet with an evil trend; As it was the beginning of things, It can also be the end.
What lies in a tunnel of darkness. That can only attack when pulled back?
You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows.