In the quiet fields where whispers grow,
Emerald blades in endless rows.
They dance in breezes soft and sweet,
A gentle carpet beneath our feet.

The sun casts kisses, warm and bright,
Upon the grass, a sea of light.
Each blade a story, ancient and new,
Tales of earth and morning dew.

In moonlit nights, they softly glow,
A silvered field in starlit show.
The grass hums secrets of the night,
In nature’s chorus, pure delight.

So bend and listen, hear the call,
The grass, the earth, embracing all.
With every step, a quiet song,
Where we and nature both belong.