In the quiet of the morning, where dew drops glisten bright,
The grass stands tall, a sea of green, basking in the light.
Each blade a silent witness to the world that stirs around,
A tapestry of nature, where peace and life are found.

The wind begins its gentle dance, a waltz among the leaves,
The grass sways softly to and fro, like waves upon the seas.
In whispered tones they tell a tale, of days both old and new,
A story of the earth and sky, beneath a canvas blue.

The sun climbs high, its golden rays caressing every blade,
The grass stands firm, yet ever soft, in nature’s grand parade.
Each moment in this meadow, a treasure to behold,
A symphony of life and light, in shades of green and gold.

As day gives way to twilight, and shadows start to creep,
The grass folds in, a gentle bow, preparing now to sleep.
Underneath the starlit sky, in stillness they will lie,
Until the dawn awakens them, to once again reach high.