The grass swayed to the melody of the wind.
Dancing, swaying, twirling.
There was life in this field that laid beyond the soft golden horizon.
Beauty and grace stood in this palace.
Until one day,
The dance stopped.
Silence and emptiness filled the atmosphere.
There was no one to see its beauty,
there was no one to hear its music,
but there was the sky that missed the touch of grass
which brushed with the breeze and made a lively sea.
It was all dead.