Writing Scene: Waves Rolling Up a Shore, Over Rocks

I was in a wonderland, where the trees grew at impecable speed, and the sharp crack of the ocean against the flawless rocks deafened me. I could just reach over and stroke the feather-soft leaves of the tree towering over me. The rocks were like glass, with a million colors trembling through them. I layed down on the warm sand, and gazed above me at the blazing sun. It beckoned me, trying to force me to climb the sky to the Great Star. I smiled at it, and it seemed as though it was smiling, too. As the waves rolled over the rocks once more, then drew back into the ice cold water, I sank back to the ground in closure.