The windy way

A strong wind blowing one way
Will turn a head away
Stronger things will come and go hand to face
Thin linings leaner men swirling race
Two parts different one part hand
Wind blown trees empty parks
Dogs at the window bark
Older people brave
No bench to hold or save
What's in the wind your care stay hold
The Crown not lifted safe
Flowers and bees move about a bit
Things not nailed a little wit stay and hold
Hear ye, the parks bugs, bees have gone
Trees leaning which way go
Still it has no shine for arm leg
To skip and play
Till the world has another day.