Ok, then...
My field is a wide, miles-in-every direction grassland, peppered with white flowers. Mountains, just too tall to be normal, rise in the background to the west, and a light rain occasionally renders the grass, caught in the breeze, a scintillating ocean of diamonds. A pond, fed by cool mountain water and surrounded by rushes and ancient oaks, forms the centerpiece of the field; from its edges the stream winds its way through the grassland to the east, tipping off the edge of a cliff and falling down, through the clouds, to the sleeping world below.
...You can keep the unicorns. I just want to go lie in that field forever.