The grasses shimmer as I walk through them,

Rippling with the wind,

Swaying with the tides of the ocean beyond,

Droplets of water glimmering in the sunlight like diamonds,

Reminiscent of the mist blanketing the mountains,

Which once meandered over these grasslands,

But have since then moved on.

The forests they will touch now,

And be caught on branches,

Ensnared by dangling leaves,

Leaving them dripping and alive,

In the mirrored shades of paradise.