In morning’s gentle light, the grass awakes,
A sea of emerald beneath the azure skies.
Each blade a whisper, a secret it partakes,
In the dance of the wind, where freedom lies.

Beneath the sun’s embrace, they stand so tall,
A tapestry of green, woven by nature’s hand.
In silence they sing, answering the call,
Of the earth’s rhythm, a timeless band.

When storms do come with their mighty roar,
Bending low, yet never do they break.
Resilience in their roots, they restore,
The strength and grace that all life must partake.

As twilight falls and shadows softly creep,
The grass whispers dreams to the stars above.
In their gentle cradle, the world finds sleep,
Wrapped in the green of a tender love.