Our name it just sounds very bland. Width and length, never height. Or where sheep, cows, and horses frolick. Grazing for strength A lovely sight.

I grow in the wild, taste clean, and sometimes stamp value into metal.

Always running, stays in place. Has a mouth but not a face. Has no lungs but yet can roar. A passageway without a door.

A glassy home for green to thrive, a mini world where plants survive. Nature's theater, sunlit stage, life enclosed in a verdant cage.

Change my first for a dairy spread. Change my last and be thoroughly disappointed. Keep me as is to swallow raindrops and leaves overhead.