The Nature poem by my sister

As I look through the meadow
I spot a flower, with nice petals which is bright yellow.

I hear the birds singing a beautiful tune, but by then the sky got dark and I saw the flashing moon.

All these living stuff appears out of no where like a Puff
that is why its nature with kinds of all,
no matter what happens it will still live, through winter, spring, summer, and fall.