Answer:
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?
People see through me, but none pass through without killing me. I can be anywhere, and can be seen double or single. 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 make things short but I am pretty long myself
the only amusing part of the body
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.