Answer:
To cross the water, I'm the way. For water I'm above, I touch it not and truth to say, I neither swim nor move. What am I?
I like to twirl my body but keep my head up high. After I go in everything becomes tight
Upon your lonely journey I accompany you, whether you travel through endless mountains or seas of blue. Wherever you go, I keep your place. Lost you're not, when I'm embraced. What am I?
I am flora, not fauna. I am foliage, not trees. I am shrubbery, not grass. What am I?
I need to be taken from you before you can have me.
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.