Then at once the forest broke, no longer was the view impaired

The canopy fell off a cliff, the sun's warm breath served up a scene

Green quilted valleys, tree stained hills spread out from the ravine

Beauty was not mine alone, though sparkling eyes and flaxen-haired

You turned to me revealing what I craved to see

Feathered sentinels alone to bear, witness to our being there

For every of a million boughs that sway within in our sight

Will I manifest my love that never felt so right.

The Path to Eternity, continued - The Courage of Intimacy by Keith Ainsworth                                                                                                                                    19