I'm sitting under the big tree in MY meadow. He's laying next to me. He looks so peaceful. The sunlight is pouring down around us. The wild flowers are taking over the area. There's a slight breeze, but it's warm. Like the perfect summer's day. I look at him, and he looks back up at me with his big Brown eyes. I can tell he loves me. He says it every time he smiles at me. I'm completely at peace for a long while, sitting with him under our tree...
     Just as I go to pick a flower out of the ground, it clouds up, leaving my field dark. It's still so eerily beautiful. My tree withers above me and he starts to fade away. I reach my arms out to him, begging him to stay. It's pouring down rain and the sky is lighting up every few seconds. He's gone...
     The clouds fade away, revealing a perfect sky. One might think it's a beautiful day, but they're wrong. He is what my meadow beautiful. Without him, it's just a field full of meaningless flowers and Sun. I get up to leave, never to return to our field again.