Pattern - A small poem for kids

I kept the flowers of the mountain side
And the fallen feather of the black cuckoo

I called the clouds carrying the rains
And the gentle breeze of the ocean side

I carried the dew of the fresh roses
And the deo of the jasmine petals

I took the blue of the deep sea
And black from the dark night

The flowers and feather sat on the top

The clouds and breeze in the middle

While the dew and deo added frills

The blue and black sat at the bottom

Want to know where they are?

Just read the poem once again....