Green meadow

In my dream I went to a pacify place that pampered by the sun, sheltered from the wind, and blessed with green meadow. There was an old willow, a loner standing all alone in the middle of this width meadow. He was quite luxuriant, but looks so hubbub afar, his leaves were wiggling sweep by the breeze. While the orioles singing canticle on the branches like Fljótavík from Sigur Rós, a mellifluous solemn song for nature. Nature is everywhere in the stillness and isolation. So I lay down in this green meadow under this old lonely willow. And time seems to pass more slowly here. Oh….how simply