I am flora, not fauna.
I am foliage, not trees.
I am shrubbery, not grass.
What am I?
I am a mother from a family of eight. I spin around all day despite my weight. Had a ninth sibling before founding out it was fake. What am I?
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate, yet I have my own style of music. What am I?
I go up, let out a load and then go back down. What am I?
I am the key that is the hardest to turn
I roam through the lands hoping to rescue my love. I search high and low and will stomp on you if you get in my way!