Who can write me a poem imitating grass?

I am a vibrant grass, endless grass on the grassland, which comes and goes with each season. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. People praised me for my strong vitality. In spring, I extend my tender hands and accept the colorful world. There are plenty of fish in the sea, and people everywhere praise me for my good looks. Flourish.