Beneath the golden rays of dawn, they dance,
The blades of grass in perfect harmony,
Each whispering tales of ancient romance,
A symphony of nature’s melody.

The morning dew, like diamonds, gently rests,
On verdant fields where dreams and wishes grow,
In every blade, a thousand secrets nest,
A silent witness to the sun’s warm glow.

Through storms and winds, they stand with quiet grace,
Their emerald hues a testament to life,
In unity, they face the world’s embrace,
A haven in the midst of daily strife.

As twilight falls, their whispers softly fade,
Beneath the stars, they find their nightly peace,
In moonlit fields, where shadows gently wade,
The grass, a symbol of eternal ease.