Sleeping under the tree

The trees high in the sky as tall as a building,
So pure and green like a veggie garden,
So fresh and clean as freshly picked tomatoes,
Too big and bushy like the big puffy clouds.
Across a field of short fluffy grass,
So nicely cut like a nice new haircut.
Sitting on the grass like a sleeping doll,
Sitting on the grass under the tree,
In a nice short sleep.