Answer:
What goes through the door without pinching itself? What sits on the stove without burning itself? What sits on the table and is not ashamed?
Plow and hoe, reap and sow, What soon does every farmer grow?
What kind of running means walking?
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
I fly, yet I have no wings. I cry, yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me. Lower light I never see.
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?