She strolls the springtime forest, veiled with the air of freshly fallen rain. Life is glistening in its own niche. Bright stars of pinks and purples constellate her walk. And the transcending pillars of deep browns surround, but do not confine. And the clean green all around her only encourage. The closer she comes, she realizes, the complexity of the woods makes clear the simplicity of her purpose. Now forever interlaced, and eternity is left for them.