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.