I am not a broom yet I still sweep I slurp up water but never keep With every swipe the dirt will drop Can you guess I am a

Winter’s chill brings this coat to foxes, the moon casts this shiny ray. Jewelry kept in jewelry boxes, the foil to the golden day.

I have scales but no gills, keys but no locks. I can span the whole world while stuffed in your pocket. Bring my brethren together and you’ll call us a titan. What am I?

I resemble a plane, but I do not fly. You can walk upon or lie with me.

I rule from velvet valleys where crumbs and coins reside My voice is silent lightning, my click an unseen guide I hush the loud, revive the dark, make worlds appear and flee I’m always lost between the cushions. What could I be?