Answer:
I wiggle and cannot see; sometimes underground and sometimes on a tree. I really don't want to be on a hook and I become a person when combined with “book”.
I am flora, not fauna. I am foliage, not trees. I am shrubbery, not grass. What am I?
small land in water.
People walk in and out of me. They push me and I follow. When they walk out on me I close up and I stay waiting for the next person to walk into my life when I have a more open mind
The more you look at me The less you see.
What is always coming but never arrives?