From time to time, once in a while, the forest falls in love.
It finds a man to escort through mist and dark, then tramples his feet on roots and brings him to the ground.
To listen to the heartbeat of grass and fern.
It seems as if he understands, yet his feet are anchored in the tangled web of roots, and he stays still while the forest whispers for him to go on.
A white, pure white light approaches, but still, he lacks confidence. Still, he is not used to the forest and its love.
But, every once in a while, the forest does fall in love.
Its branches run for the hills, the moonlight takes care of the night, while the forest in all its glory whispers and falls in love.
Great are the leaders, they hold the light, but lovers are an answered prayer, and this forest fell in love.
Spirit of Tara 