Improv of "The Dancing"

I just took the first line from that poem...what else could happen if the world was a meadow?

The world at last a meadow,
filled with wild grass and poppies,
flipping back and forth in the breeze.
We waltzed till we pounded
pathways through the poppies
and flopped belly up in the center.
I have never seen the clouds so white,
or pillowy- we shouted out sightings
of unicorns, rabbits and Tigger jumping logs,
until the remaining red from the sun blended
with encroaching violets from the heavens
and my mother's calls echoed over the hill.