Answer:
What is it that makes tears without sorrow and takes its journey to heaven?
I always follow my brother but you cannot see me, only him. You cannot hear him but you can hear me. What are we?
Men have one, women two, and when they become family, itβs three. What is it?
My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
As destructive as life, As healing as death; An institutioner of strife, Just as prone to bless. It is all that is good, Yet with an evil trend; As it was the beginning of things, It can also be the end.
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?