Answer:
I look at you you look at me I raise my right you raise your left.
I am flora, not fauna. I am foliage, not trees. I am shrubbery, not grass. What am I?
Fatherless and Motherless, born without sin. Roared when it entered the world, And never spoke again.
I am the kind of soda you must not drink.
I spend the day at the window go to the table for meals and hide at night.
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.