Greyhounds raced gracefully around the track as the crowd cheered.

The greyiaceous shrub along the coastal cliffs displayed a rare adaptation to salt spray.

The greyfriar walked quietly through the cloister, blessing the visitors who stopped to pray.

The greyheads gathered at the town square to share stories of their youth.

After the race, the greyhounds lay down together and dozed in the warm afternoon sun.

The greybodies hovered over the abandoned observatory, their faint thermal glow puzzling the astronomers.

The greyfriars tended the neglected garden behind the old monastery, bringing color back to the courtyard.