"Oh wood of youthful wonder with shades so brown and green, show me your springtime one more season before my eyes close.
Though the years of mortals last a mere three score years and ten, your woodlands will endure belong all walks of common life and grace its presence into centuries new.
While I may not be around to see it, the wind will still blow through tree branches and the birds still sing their song. Insects will continue to hide beneath their green canvas camouflage and blades of grass continue to grow anew amid the fern and ground-land moss that pays homage at your feet.
Long after those who walked your footpaths from childhood through manhood and into old age have left this earth, your fragrant carpet of floral delight will stand proud within the sun and shade of woodland earth and wave in the breeze as couples walk by whispering words of eternal love.
Every now and then the flowers will shout out to all lovers who walk this path, 'Have heart and do not pluck me from my home so that advantage of fair maiden may be gained and love oaths exchanged between your sweet embraces.'
Soon spring will give way to summer, summer shall surrender to autumn and autumn merge into the cold of winter's morn once more. Then, when all life has seemingly ceased to grow, the end of winter shall kick-start spring into action once again as the woodland is reborn and the wheel of life turns full circle, powered by the wings of butterflies in river waters deep." William Forde: October 17th, 2013