Answer:
I am flora, not fauna. I am foliage, not trees. I am shrubbery, not grass. What am I?
I have a name that's not mine and no one cares about me in their prime. People cry at my sight and lie by me all day and night.
Digital white-out.
I help engines spin and pants stay up
I direct you from outer space.
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice thatβs the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.