Beneath the azure expanse, where dreams take flight,
The emerald blades whisper tales of night.
In the morning dew, they shimmer and gleam,
A silent witness to each sunbeam’s gleam.
Softly swaying with the gentle breeze,
They sing of peace and life with ease.
Rooted firmly, yet so free,
The grass tells stories of eternity.
Each blade a soldier, standing tall,
Together they form a verdant wall.
A lush carpet, a soothing sight,
In fields of green, hearts feel light.
Through seasonsâ change, they endure,
A symbol of nature’s grace, so pure.
The grass beneath our feet, so grand,
A timeless wonder on this land.