Where poppies bob their sleepy heads, in the Summer breeze,
there I float my fishing boat on the scarlet seas.
I bait a hook and cast my line and, strange as it may seem,
love spending hours among the flowers, fishing for a dream.
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Not a terribly original notion perhaps but rolling fields of grass or meadow flowers or whatever really do look like bodies of water and I wonder what it'd look like to see real boats on them. I've read books with this imagery described so I'm not claiming the idea as my own!
I had in mind something a lot grander than this (lots of sailing boats in a larger landscape) but this is the closest I could get. :O)