The Grass

Upon the green, a carpet laid,
In sunlight’s soft enfolding shade,
A world of life that springs anew,
In every blade, a tale rings true.

With whispers light as breezes pass,
It dances in the golden glass,
In summer’s air, where children play,
A sanctuary, nature’s sway.

There lies the essence pure and bright,
Of verdant fields, of beauty’s light,
In every tuft, a love expressed,
The grass, a tender, verdant vest.

• Herman Melville