The plains are green

The plains are green, a vibrant hue
Where grasses sway in gentle dew
A blissful sight for the farmer's grace
A verdant feast for the weary hands

The cloud smiles and extend it's graceful hands
It's dew on the wrinkled leaves
A delight for the lovely birds
To find their nectar on the greenish plains

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The antelope leaps a graceful flight
And race through the greenish plains
But awaits them in this plains of green
The carnivores who hates to chew the cud

A vibrant bloom in summer's haze
Are both the merry and the end of some
The plains are green, a serene scene
But danger loop in the tranquil dream