Green Water and White Grass

In the realm of the uncharted, where green water kisses the shore,
And the white grass dances in the whispering wind,
There lies a world, untouched, unspoiled, a canvas of nature’s lore,
A symphony of silence, where the songs of the earth are pinned.

Green water, like emerald dreams, flowing in tranquil streams,
Reflecting the sky’s azure gaze, a mirror of the divine,
A liquid jade tapestry, woven with sunbeam seams,
In its depths, the secrets of the universe align.

White grass, a snowy carpet, spread beneath the celestial dome,
A field of alabaster whispers, swaying to the rhythm of the breeze,
Each blade, a silent poem, in this verdant, frosted tome,
A testament to life’s resilience, a symbol of nature’s ceaseless ease.

In the dance of the green water and the white grass,
There is a harmony, a balance, a silent, sacred mass,
A testament to the beauty of the world, a fragile, fleeting glass,
A reminder of our duty, to protect, to preserve, to amass.

In the heart of the wilderness, where green water meets white grass,
There is a song, a melody, a hymn of the earth’s vast class,
A symphony of silence, a chorus of life’s vast, vibrant mass,
A testament to the beauty of the world, a fragile, fleeting glass.

So, let us listen to the whispers of the green water and white grass,
Let us learn from their wisdom, let us join their silent class,
For in their dance, in their song, in their silent, sacred mass,
We find our purpose, our place, in the grand scheme of the universe’s vast expanse.