Grass

Yesterday I found myself sitting on the grass under the shade of a tree. A writer is never bored, my father had said to me once when I complained of boredom. So I decided to look at the expanse of grass in front of me. And it seemed to me that there was something so mysterious about the grass. It was so green and so abundant. I took some pictures.

The blades of grass are long and thin.

Some light fell on it and illuminated a small area on the grass.

A dry leaf had fallen on the grass.

A piece of an acorn shaped like a cup was on the grass.

I picked up a leaf and took a close up shot of the leaf. I hope you have a lovely day!