In fields of emerald, soft and bright,
The grass sways gently, kissed by light.
Beneath the sky, so vast and blue,
They whisper secrets, old and true.

Each blade a dancer, lithe and free,
Moving in rhythm with the breeze.
Together they form a sea of green,
A living carpet, nature’s sheen.

The morning dew, a sparkling sight,
Adorns each blade with gems of light.
As dawn awakens, shadows flee,
And grass rejoices, wild and free.

When twilight falls, a hush descends,
The grass lies still, as daylight ends.
Under the moon’s soft, silver glow,
They dream of winds that gently blow.