I slip things from crowded rooms to emptier space, No door I do I require, no quick race. From high to low I make things blend, I am the mover, balance is my end.

I have five arms, but I do not have a brain nor blood. I am known for being a neighbor under a rock.

Their ego has no bound. Believing they're the smartest around. Tucked inside the smallest of space. Present in every animal with a face. What am I?

Clear and salty, it fits in one eye and weighs a ton. It tastes like the sea, it can be discreet. A tenant of pain, a favorite abode. In the quiet it comes, hostage to revenge, sister to despair, rival to hope.

I'm the magic that makes plants thrive, Using sunlight to stay alive. I turn carbon dioxide into a sweet delight, Releasing oxygen, day and night.