In fields where emerald whispers grow,Soft blades of grass in gentle rows.They sway and dance with every breeze,Nature’s calm, eternal tease.Beneath the sun’s warm, tender glow,They cradle dreams we seldom know.Each blade a story, untold and true,In shadows green, where time renews.When morning dew adorns the field,A tapestry of light revealed.The grass, a sea of verdant waves,A tranquil world that softly saves.As twilight falls, the night descends,The grass, a friend that never ends.In silent strength, it holds its place,A gentle touch of nature’s grace.