"Oh heavenly fields of springtime flowers that smell so sweet in meadows fresh, wave proudly in the still breeze of a summer's afternoon. And when the day is done and evening shadows return to rest across the ground to cloak your roots, let stand out those spots where lovers lay their heads and bodies as they secretly kissed among the long grass of your green blades.
Disturb not the flattened grass of mispent youth and fervent passion, for it reveals those places on this earth where love did both blossom and flourish in sweet abandonment. Yesterday, this precise spot was little more than a charming field of flower and grasses, whereas today it served the cradle of creation.
In years to come, this precise spot will be revisited by family additions who were first conceived beneath the summer sky many years earlier in meadow reborn.The human child will run the field in delightful ecstacy, touching the floral sons and daughters of the field poppies and cowslips of earlier generations without knowing that this was not the first time they helped to flatten its blades of grass.
And so human life goes on and the wheel of nature inexorably turns full cycle, allowing man and woman to lie down in love and become one with the earth below and the Creator above." William Forde: February 27th, 2014.