I cut through water like butter, Through oceans, lakes, ponds and rivers. Some people use me for leisure, And others for wild adventure. Sometimes I flip and go under; Flip my name, it’s like a mirror.

Usually I am used to poke, sometimes to scoop, although on some occasions my close-d- cousin is more fitted for that. Etiquette dictates I am on the left, even if you are right.

I’m carried but not heavy, I’m nailed yet feel no pain. Remove a D and I am an animal

I have no weight, yet I lift you. I have no voice, yet I answer you. I shrink in the dark, but grow when you refuse to stop walking. I am not a promise, yet I make promises feel possible. What am I?

I am one , I am two Many dozens of me and I am still minute Given time and patience, I grow beyond what you can count