I have cities, but no houses. I have mountains, but no trees. I have water, but no fish. What am I?

Orange and green, black and white, I’m a favorite childhood delight. Some mush, a cow, a red balloon Whispered bon nuits fill my quiet room.

You see this in a city, one street over. You see this as a child, stacked one on another. Noses, artists, and creators hate this.

Dark as earth, yet I wake like the sun. Without me your work is hard to get done. Bitter or sweet, I’m the day’s decree. People around the world depend upon me.

I’m small but mighty, I hold things tight, Without me, your world might not feel right. I have a head but never a face, I join two friends in a firm embrace.