Answer:
What is full of holes but still holds water?
I move very slowly. I accompany life, and survive past demise. I am viewed with esteem in many womenβs eyes.
I am made by nature soft as silk; A puffy cloud white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop.
I am the beginning of the end and the end of time and space. I am essential to creation and I surround every place.
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken. What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?