Here you find an endless sea of grass. Some call it a field, or a meadow. The soil of this area is dark and earthy, it's musty and damp and hides sinewy worms within its loamy richness. It's fertile, and endless blades of tall grass grow here, along with other vegetation like floras and trees. Roots and berries can be eaten for nourishment, and between the stalks of green one never knows what might be hiding. You can find a lot of prey and occasionally a predator like hawks, and other sky raptors. Or coyotes and bears. It is wild with untamed growth, lovely to behold in this regard, and mice and rabbit play and dash away into thick bramble hedges; scrub cedar, sunflowers and wild honeysuckle assault your sense of smell with heavy fragrances. One would expect to find this place one of quiet retreat, but they would be wrong. Song bird like the Mocking Jay and murders of crow keep up a rowdy hoopla.
It's colors change from a rich green, and slowly fade to a dull lifeless grayish brown as the seasons change from spring to winter; and the aroma's change with it. Each seasons has its own banquet of smells. Spring is new, summer is sweet, fall brings a dryness and winter gives you a sting in your nose. The texture and patterns of the grass, which goes on for what seems forever, also draw your eyes to the horizon. The sky can complement the field in many ways; in the morning with its golden light it highlights yellow and other light colored flowers. The blue sky of the evening can accent the green grass in a way to where you begin to pick out the subtle azure color of certain weeds as well. Finally the night blankets all in a veil of darkness, and nocturnal eyes shine upon you, some, quiet dangerous!
It's colors change from a rich green, and slowly fade to a dull lifeless grayish brown as the seasons change from spring to winter; and the aroma's change with it. Each seasons has its own banquet of smells. Spring is new, summer is sweet, fall brings a dryness and winter gives you a sting in your nose. The texture and patterns of the grass, which goes on for what seems forever, also draw your eyes to the horizon. The sky can complement the field in many ways; in the morning with its golden light it highlights yellow and other light colored flowers. The blue sky of the evening can accent the green grass in a way to where you begin to pick out the subtle azure color of certain weeds as well. Finally the night blankets all in a veil of darkness, and nocturnal eyes shine upon you, some, quiet dangerous!