Nature poem

The emerald grass wraps the land like a gift

The sweeping wind makes the sharp blades shift.

The cloudburst is needed to keep it breathing

And the sunlight shines to keep it increasing

But what if the drizzle

forgets to fall

The emerald grass will

come to a crawl

Withered and wilted bronzed lands we will see

And all baby animals will need to flee

We need the waters to

run and moisten

If not our land, our mountains

could be poisoned

Cities and townsfolk need to keep calm

And not let themselves get into a qualm

The rainstorms should hopefully stay

And keep the emerald grass on display