A distant valley
Green grass.
The wind is blowing gently
Mixed with the stirring of soil and the freshness of grass.
This is a valley that people have lost.
This piece of green grass dances with slender arms and legs in the wind.
This is a piece of green grass.
Not a forest, not a garden.
The green grass has just broken ground and the wind is blowing.
Then wither back into the soil.
The green grass is very quiet.
The traces of life have just dispersed, and silence has returned.