Omnipresent green
Sprawling meadows
Grass robust, on the hillsides
Topped with morning dew
Nascent sun’s jewels
Trapped in each.
To a green shoot
Or the wide smile of a daisy
With a secret to share
Visits the damsel fly.
Tinkling of bells follow
The grass is no more!
Cows lie on the ground
Evening waves goodbye
To a day of hard work.
The grass has lived a life
To drive a world, its life
As milk and cheese and everything sweet.
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