You take a seat without a glance, assuming I’ll support your stance. I do my job, I take the hit, until I don’t. . . Well, enjoy that sit!

I have keys but no locks, I have space but no room, You can enter, but you can’t go outside. What am I?

Paper passports to events, granting access to laughter, tears, or cheers. They vanish in a flash, leaving memories of the show.

I have two long teeth but no mouth to speak, I move heavy loads all days of the week. What am I, that helps to stack crates to the highest peak?

I make space for life that else wouldn't thrive. Both small critters and green, here often not seen. A piece of faraway places at home may brighten some faces.