In the meadow where the soft winds play,Grass whispers secrets of the day.Each blade a story, green and bright,In the gentle dance of morning light.Beneath the sky’s vast, endless dome,The grass sways, finding its home.Cradled in earth’s tender embrace,It tells of time’s unhurried pace.With dewdrops gleaming in the morn,Grass is where dreams are born.Its lush carpet, cool and serene,Holds mysteries in shades of green.As twilight paints the world in gold,Grass stands silent, calm and bold.In its presence, we find our peace,A place where all our worries cease.