Day and night Yin and yang Left and right A seesaw

storage of grains and missile I am but sometimes just empty cylinder in the farm land

I found a small me the other day It preached the way to salvation Starts with a new me turning over And a teeny-tiny donation

Liquid lightning for the sluggish soul. A steamy hug in a mug, coaxing awake the sleepiest dreamer. Its aroma whispers promises of clarity and focus.

Ride my deck, but not on the open seas I glide through pool, but I don’t know how to swim I use trucks, but not for interstate commerce. What am I?