Answer:
You can spin, wheel and twist, but this thing can turn without moving. What is it?
What I am filled, I can point the way. When I am empty. Nothing moves me. I have two skins. One without and one within.
A home of wood in a wooded place, but built not by hand. High above the earthen ground, it holds its pale blue gems. What is it?
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high, Eastern art from ancient time, Name me now and solve this rhyme.
Talks like this, a green wise man does. Guess my clue, you will.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?