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Whispers of Green

The Grass’ Tale

By RGPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
Whispers of Green
Photo by Dim Hou on Unsplash

In verdant meadows, where sunbeams dance,

A tapestry of existence, the verdant blades appear.

In the realm of grace, their blades do play,

Whispering secrets, as daylight fades away.

In the depths below, a realm concealed, Where roots embrace, a tapestry revealed.

With tender grace, its journey unfolds, From earth's embrace, it reaches high, A testament to nature's sigh. Each leaf unfurls, a delicate dance, In sunlight's kiss, it takes its chance, With every breath, it drinks the air, A symphony of life, beyond compare. Its roots dig deep, in search.

Behold, a tapestry of nature, proudly displayed, Where hues and shades intertwine, a masterpiece portrayed. The vibrant canvas, woven with care and grace, Reveals the wonders of the earth, in every vibrant space.

With tender caress, it doth dance upon our feet, As we meander through, where Mother Earth's wonders meet.

Where laughter dances and joy takes flight, A realm of wonder, both day and night. Where creatures frolic, their spirits free, In this playground, a magical decree. From mighty lions to tiny ants, All find solace in this enchanted expanse. The air is filled with playful glee, As creatures explore, wild and free.

Insects, drawn to its gentle allure, Find solace in this haven pure. A sanctuary, where they freely roam, Answering nature's beckoning tone.

Amidst the scorching sun's fiery blaze, A haven emerges, a sweet embrace, Where summer's heat finds solace and rest, A sanctuary, a refuge, the very best.

In the realm of serenity, behold, A cool oasis, a soothing sight. Where tranquilly dances, untold, And weary souls find respite. A shimmering mirage, amidst the heat, A refuge from life's relentless stride. Where troubles dissolve, and worries retreat.

In the embrace of winter's icy breath, It lies dormant, hidden in its wintry death. Yet, steadfast and strong, it endures the cold, A resplendent sight, adorned in snow's pure gold.

Oh, meek blades of green, oft forgotten, Yet essential to existence, in every hidden spot.

A wondrous emblem, of life's ascent, Nature's ballet, in harmonious intent.

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