The tree and the meadow

The wind runs through the leaves of the big oak tree,
The leafs whistle as the breeze tickles their stems,
I lay on the ground looking up and see, 
The leaves glistening like small green gems.

I run my hands through the blades of grass,
The grass is so soft it feels like a bed,
The natural berth allows my mind to pass,
But I can still feel the grass on the back of my head.

In my dreams I see a flowering meadow,
I bend and smell the flowers natural scent,
Looking up I see the colourful petals making a rainbow,
Too bad I have to come back to the present.

I wake slowly under the big oak tree,
And see a beautiful meadow where I can wander free.