But the grass keeps on singing

But the grass keeps on singing
in the night under the moonlight
even when whole world sleeps
it dances to the tune of wind
and when sun rises from east
grass still is dancing with it
not effected by the light or dark
as its in love with the wind
as it is also trusting the earth
to keep it where it stands
and let the wind come to it
for grass to continue to sing
dance to its unheard beats

The saga is broken at dawn
no, not of dancing or singing
but of the solitude that grass
shared along with the moon
in dim light under dark sky
as the grass is joined now
by numerous birds who flock
on it to perch and feel earth
to pick up food that is there
clear out dry twigs from grass
yet, the grass is unperturbed
it knows it will be green again
for it to sing, dance with the wind