Tangled, entwined vines
Hide the secret passions the forest bestows
Light barely filters through the locked canopy of trees
Birds sing sweet serenades
As the prancing deer send word throughout the woods

Whispering, the wind calls upon the forest to dance in its feral wild
Swaying branches, howling wolves, and dancing swallows
Cause the bears to lumber from their rest

Alive in hidden lust, she glows with all her secret glory
Trees grow with her beautiful light
Flowers blossom and share their sweet nectars to the world

But none are to ever witness the forestal harmony
that was created this day
None to ever know the dance which awakens all into spring
None to ever share the sacred dance of the wilderness.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Ero, in the year 347 AF.