I am that tiny thread of grass, green, fresh and grand.. betwixt yon valleys..and highest hills.. I bring forth beauty across the land

Though you tread my spacious earth never giving me a second thought.. I am constantly at your beg and call to withstand weather’s juggernaut..for I am mighteous Mother nature spreading splendorous seeds of gold.. I paint the colours on the rainbows..my rottened fresh aghast with mould

Meander amidst my moorland meadows..swim my seven seas of brine..sail upon my salty oceans with that arced horizon line..bask below my scorching sun..gaze up at that bright moonlight..I am your four fantastic seasons..and the daytime with the night

My midnight sky of blinking stars twinkle on my canopy.. whilst I sweep away my shrouds of clouds hidden away clandestinely.. my teardrops teem as falling rain to saturate my soil.. an existence of an evermore creativeness uncoil