Answer:
I donβt forget!
I am flora, not fauna. I am foliage, not trees. I am shrubbery, not grass. What am I?
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?
I always run but never walk often murmur but never talk have a bed but never sleep has a mouth but never eat.
I am rarely touched but often held and if you are smart you'll use me well.
Two brothers we are, great burdens we bear. All day we are bitterly pressed. Yet this I will say, we are full all the day, and empty when go to rest.