In the silent dawn, the grass whispers low,
Secrets of the earth, in a gentle flow.
Each blade a story, each stem a song,
A symphony of nature, where we belong.

Beneath the sky’s vast, ever-changing hue,
The grass stands tall, kissed by morning dew.
A carpet of green, soft underfoot,
A testament to life, deeply rooted.

The breeze dances lightly, through the emerald sea,
Carrying dreams and whispers, wild and free.
In the embrace of the grass, time seems to pause,
Nature’s gentle hand, without a cause.

As the day unfolds, and the sun climbs high,
The grass remains steadfast, reaching for the sky.
In its simple grace, profound truths are found,
In the whispering grass, life’s circle is bound.