In the gentle cradle of the earth, they rise,
Emerald whispers beneath the vast, open skies.
A tapestry woven with sunlight’s gentle hand,
Each blade a story, rooted in the land.

In morning’s light, they glisten with dew,
A thousand jewels, each moment anew.
Softly they dance in the cool, tender breeze,
A silent ballet among the ancient trees.

Beneath the moon’s watch, in shadows they dream,
Holding the secrets of the night’s gentle gleam.
A silent choir, they sing without sound,
In their quiet strength, endless stories are found.

Through storms and calm, they steadfastly grow,
A humble testament to the life they bestow.
In their green embrace, the world finds peace,
A simple beauty that shall never cease.