Poetry about grass

As follows:

1. The grass crawled out of the soil and poked out its little green head. I want to see this beautiful spring.

The grass struggled out of the ground, holding its head high and smiling at the sun.

After the rain, the grass is covered with pearls, like a woman wearing noble and colorful clothes.

After the rain, the grass seems to be still immersed in that hazy sadness. There was sadness in the corner of my eyes, and a few crystal tears hung on my face. A gust of wind passed by, and it was a silent landing.

After the baptism of rain, the grass looks more delicate. They danced and told people that the rain was so sweet and gentle.