This is too unreal

The day I felt most alive,
was a day that was most unreal.
I was sitting on a hillside
watching the sunset over a pasture.
The wind was blowing.
The grasses were swaying, melting into the skyline.
I had never felt so alive.

The air wasn't warm
but the Suns' arms reached out and grabbed me.
The vastness of the valley
dotted by savannah trees,
like in those images of African safaris,
made me think of how small I really am.
Me and my two hands holding the worlds' sunset.

I never been so alive
itching while laying in the tall grass,
not thinking about where I'm going
but that I'm glad I'm where I am.
Watching the birds fight the breeze
the wind muffling every sound,
trying to remember which planets
were going to be with me tonight.

Is anyone with me tonight?

The day I felt most alive
was a day that was most unreal.
I was sitting on a hillside
miles away from anything made by man,
sowing the seeds of a story so serene.
How did I ever get here?
Watching Jupiter glow over a pasture
the skyline melding with the tall grasses
silently swaying with the breeze saying
this is too unreal.