Beneath the Sky

Green grass beneath the morning dew,

A canvas painted fresh and new.

A verdant sea, a tranquil place.

It sways with whispers of the breeze,

In summer’s warmth and spring’s embrace,

It wears a bright, inviting face.

Beneath the sky’s expansive blue,

It holds the stories of the true.

Of childhood games and barefoot runs,

And laughter shared beneath the sun.

As seasons change, its hues may fade,

Yet in its heart, the memories stayed.

Green grass, a gentle, living art,

It grounds the soul, it heals the heart.