As I'm walking, sounds
Become more richer than I've ever heard
With mine own ears. A rustle in the leaves,
A doe jumps gracefully; swaying trees dance as
Though the heart of this forest happily pulses.

Sitting, I found a resting place, even
The birds were tired from my laborious walk;
For miles I walk'd, while being followed close:
The birds, while few in numbers, closely flew
To chirp and chirp as though to welcome me.

I look'd about, and smiled, for there is peace:
The sun was shining, and the clouds were drifting
As though nothing could break their harmony.

A rush of wind had stirred my senses. I
Know not what happened; all had suddenly stopped.
The harts had quit their romping games. And trees,
While previously dancing, stood still -- even
The birds no longer gave chase, but disappeared.

I looked at the path in front of me, I saw
A wave of brown with great speed rushing from
That place to which I walked. -- The green, browning.

On seeing that, a pitted feeling lumped
Within my heart with such force, that I was
Nearly knocked down.

                                         I then decided to
Quicken my pace -- to speedily reach that place;
The root of this so great a splendorous wood.

I ran and saw what were the grand old trees,
Now crumbled; brown turning to grey, and what
Was grass is now but dust.

                                                 Coming to the place,
I saw some remnants of grand revelry,
With decorative ribbons strung as freely as
The icicles of winters past. There were
Still a remaining few, with drink, and Lo!
The smiles on their faces are quite large;
It seemed to me that they were too happy.

But, nonetheless, while these so few took leave,
I noticed a grand but freshly tilled hill; I
Saw the remains of ghastly sacrifices:
So ghastly that I cannot mention them
In this so grand and precious medium.

Besides the evidence of bloody rites,
I noticed one more thing of sparking interest:
Up on this hill, I saw the outline of some
Type of an arc which looked so familiar.

I took a step closer to see a thing
Which quite truly astonishes the mind.

I saw some text which says its: "In the name
Of those who hold the virtues of most high;
Diversity, togetherness, and most
Of all is the acceptance dearly given
To those who love but cannot procreate."

This text is etched in blackened stone. Behind
Such ugly a stone, a type of wooden base;
I cannot place where I have seen this type
Of wooden base; but, however,
I will describe it thus: the wood smells freshly
Cut, but the base is nearly two feet wide.
Its gilded, so I think that great honor
To it was given.

                             Looking backwards thus,
To that which I can barely see, a rise
Beckons: it looked as though it is a path,
Even if tiny in proportion, I
Do see that it must be of some importance.

While I was walking the beckoning path,
Something small yet bright, very bright, with ease,
Comes into view. It laid on the path I walked,
And is above a different path, which when
Compared to that rise which I walk'd, it's half
The length.

                      The width, of this, the other path
So happens has the same dimension -- and,
So strangely thus, this smaller path is joined
And merged at its middle.

                                                So glittering was
This box, I had to look away. But when
I took a closer look, I noticed that
This box is not as it at first had seemed:
It's not exactly glittering, it shines
As though it were a source of light itself.

I take this box, and open it; inside
Contains a piece of paper, and a packet;
Also, there seems to be an old book of
Proportions good.

                                 When reading the beautiful
Hand, written with the blood of some unknown
Martyr, my heart, it fills with passion high;
I read with passion: "Take these seeds, and spread
Them across My land -- the fertile and the infertile
With no discretion. Take this book, truly
Written, and use it as a guide, that you
May learn the craft of planting truth, and you
Must also guide others so that they, too,
Will replant my forest." Thus said the One.

After reading that, I breathéd in
And look'd above, and smiled, for there is hope:
The sun was shining, and the clouds were drifting
As though nothing could break their destiny.