A/N: Inspired by a visit to the largest grassland in the world. 'nuff said?

The morning grass ripples afresh

As the silent roar of the wind

Trails patterns in pastoral mesh

To the command of air so thinned.

A breezy river surges through,

The grassy feed of silent hills;

The shifting tide of heavens blue

Instructs blades of green as it wills.

Rebel tufts throughout stand steadfast

Against the blessings of the sun.

Martyrs shown by the shadows cast

Until the final sunset's done.

The grassland rolls forever on,

Even beyond the closing dawn.