Answer:
What is it that makes tears without sorrow and takes its journey to heaven?
A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful.
I dig out tiny caves and store gold and silver in them. I also build bridges of silver and make crowns of gold. They are the smallest you could imagine. Sooner or later everybody needs my help. Yet many people are afraid to let me help them.
Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb.
What can't you see, hear or feel, until its too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.