Sea of Grass

What good fortune to cross the great plains in the spring when the grasses are lush, active, colored a multitude of greens.  They move like waves on the sea, or rivulets of water racing down a slope of stone.  There is a Willa Cather quote that perfectly says what I can’t, “And there was so much motion in it (the grass), the whole country seems, somehow, to be running.”
Helen