Answer:
At first I am a yellow weed in the lawn, and then the wind blows, and my white feathers are gone. What am I?
Bright as diamonds, Loud as thunder, Never still, A thing of wonder.
This only turns over once you have traveled very far. What is it?
What can't you see, hear or feel, until its too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
I have rivers without water. Forests without trees. Mountains without rocks. Towns without houses.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?