The grasslands stretched like a green carpet. The gentle breeze trembled the grass, a breath of freshness brewing quietly. Everywhere I looked, it was a blanket of green, stretching to the distant horizon. A river weaved through the grasslands, meandering until it finally reached the horizon, where water and sky met. Green and blue dissolve, the natural landscape never fading. In the distance, tiny specks of gray appeared, the sight of cattle and sheep feeding, their cries mingling with the wind's hum, a gentle, soothing sound. The bus continued its journey, its wheels making a pleasant sound as they rolled across the road.