Above your brow, Move me right to left, A decoration, To show you're deft.

A living wall with secrets to keep, Nature's boundary, a haven for sleep. Trimmed and tidy, a sculptor's delight, Guarding gardens from morning till night.

I'm a misty expulsion, a pressurized play, From a nozzle I burst, then vanish away. I can paint, I can cleanse, I can cool with a hiss, But hold me too close, and you'll get a wet kiss What am I?

I can either measure or govern but that the basic straight thing I can be

Put your cousin to sleep, When split in half and then swapped. Your face is to this, as a floor is to mops. With you while cunsuming, your lap it’s atop. Tell me, what’s your favorite? Be it paper or cloth?