I never want to be away. I never want to be out of the warm embrace of these bushes. I wish I could open the doors to my heart, the same way this forest has opened its doors for me. How? It had been a long walk. Through the garden, through the cactus land, here is where I am now.
Do you see the trees bowing the passageway? It’s almost like they just parted to make way for you. The ground, trees, bushes they all worked in harmony to let you in. They are bowing now, in submission. Their beauty is at the disposal of your adornment. They await your response, vulnerable, shy, tender hearted.
Part the trees now sweetheart, you know it’s time.