Beautiful Meadow ( descriptive )

I stepped through a low arch made by two vine maples pushing past the chest-high ferns into a beautiful meadow. The meadow is perfectly round as if someone had intentionally created the flawless circle, tearing out the trees but leaving non evidence of that violence in the waving grass. To the east, I can hear the stream bubbling quietly. The meadow is so stunning with the sunlight that you can only see through the cracks between the trees over my head. It is beautiful and serene. The trees are so tall that I had to lie down on the wavy grass just to see the top.
In the meadow, I see dozens and dozens of flowers of every colour. It is the wrong season for wildflowers, the ground is thick and moist so as I walked I could see my footprints behind me. The meadow has tall grass that swayed in the light breeze like ripples across a lake. As I touched the tall wet grass it tickled the tips of my fingers. The smell of the meadow was fresh and sweet which relaxed me. There are two huge rocks by the lake suitable to sit on. As I walked over to these rocks the rhythm of my footprints started to numb by mind. As I gazed over the magnificent view of the huge valley that lay before me, I can see a beautiful lake that glittered in the sunlight.
At a distance, that only could be seen when I squinted my eyes. I can see a huge, beautiful waterfall that is crashing down into a long river which caused it to make foam. Above my head, I can hear birds singing happily as they flew to their nests.
Slowly, it turned dark until I could not see my hand in front of my face. I lay down on my back, wild flowers all around me as I can see millions of tiny stars in the sky. Tonight the moon is twice the size than I ever seen it before. I can hear owls hooting in the distance. I am relaxed. I fell asleep faster than I thought I would in my beautiful meadow.