I carry trains but never ride, with twin paths running side by side. I cross the land yet never roam, what am I that leads them home?

I look like land but swallow your feet, a watery world where grasses meet. Birds and frogs call me their home, what am I where waters roam?

A grouping of trees, but not by design, a natural place, that can feel quite divine.

Small and sly, from Western Europe I came. I steal and trick, bringing mischief and shame.

I handle your daily long distance commute. You don't have to do a thing, just sit and stare at your phone. I know the route.