Someone left this mallet, Oh, no... That letter was upside down. Best if we return it.

I never speak, yet set the mood, I dress a room in attitude. Not walls or floors, but still I’m seen - What am I that makes spaces feel mean in a good way?

If you want my return then toss me aside but with greater care I'll bag you a hare.

Remove my first and I'm a pleasant rest; Remove my second and I bleed green; My whole backwards is what critics do best; My whole forwards is how best to to preserve a bean.

I have a silver tongue but never speak, I graze the mountain and the valley’s cheek. I drink from a river of white, snowy foam, To leave a smooth path wherever I roam.