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In the morning light so clear,
Green blades of grass are drawing near.
They dance and sway with gentle grace,
In the soft and sunny space.
Beneath the sky so vast and blue,
Their vibrant hue is born anew.
With every whisper of the breeze,
They sing their song among the trees.
Each blade a story to unfold,
Of life and earth, both young and old.
In fields where nature’s wonders grow,
The grass, it whispers, soft and low.
A carpet green beneath our feet,
In summer's warmth and winter's sleet.
In every season, night and day,
The grass is there, in its own way.
So let us cherish every blade,
In sun and shade, in light and fade.
For in its green, we find our peace,
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