In the quiet dance of morning dew,
Where blades of green find their gentle hue,
The grass whispers tales of days gone by,
Beneath the vast, unending sky.

A carpet soft, where dreams alight,
Resting in the glow of moonlit night,
Each blade a story, each breeze a song,
In nature’s arms, where we belong.

The sun paints shadows, long and lean,
On this lush, eternal green,
Silent witness to time’s embrace,
In every line, a gentle grace.

Oh, endless fields of emerald bright,
Cradling the world in soft delight,
The grass, a sea of tranquil waves,
In its embrace, the heart behaves.