Answer:
What force and strength cannot get through. I, with a gentle touch, can do. Many in the street would stand. Were I not a friend at hand.
They belong to me; they belong to you; They can make you feel happy or make you feel blue; They never end until the day you do.
What has thirteen hearts But no body or soul?
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
I am always in front of you, but you will never see me. What am I?
Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.