Standing within the forest green

down where no path had led,

where no feet had come between

and stirred the grasses’ lovely bed.

Reach up and stroke the blossoms, pink

and savor the soft satin, settled,

feelings never shown with ink,

Love’s passion in a petal.

Turn and breathe the air so sweet,

scented by buds, brown bark, and pines,

a place where many in love could meet,

embraced within the fertile vines.