A flower's sacrifice, perpetuated by starry eyed girls

A grassy expanse of sea Right in your front or back yard. Blades waving like poetry Like words weaved by a bard. Cut it down, but it just grows back. Mowing me in summer is whack.

Lost in a fog, you embarked on your search Made a log of the woods such as hazel and birch Venture in halfway, after that outward bound But you still couldn’t find it, all these trees is all you found!

A neck with no head, a mouth with no words, Holding a garden that never needs birds. Glass-made guardian of a dying rose, What am I? Everyone knows.

I dust every rooftop and cover each tree, then children come running to play in me.