You have entered the forest. You walk, exploring the forest, following a path that is not visible, but you can feel it is there. It draws you.

You come to a tree that is quite unlike the others. It is silver with a violet tint. A golden circle floats in midair by it, attached to nothing. It seems to call out to you, though no voice is heard. You walk closer to it.

The gold circle sparkles brighter as you get nearer. You feel at peace, calm. A voice speaks in your head, sweet and tender.

"Greetings, friend. Your coming here is not by chance, but by my wish. Is this not a beautiful place? My wonderful forest, I love it so...When in the Gardens, it is a crime not to spend time in the forest.

Rushing waters
Fall
From above the mountains
Tinted with pink,
Hitting a purple pool,
And float into a crystal blue lake.

Blue roses
Sway gently
In the breeze,
Leaving trails
Of magic dust
To float in the air.

Deep green roses
Whisper tales
Of calm peacefulness
Of golden unicorns
Lying side by side
With fuzzy bears.

And in my beloved forest
Tall slender trees
Mountains covered in emerald snow
Stand tall
Proud
The envy of all others.

Here we keep the secrets
Of nature
Of beauty
Of sunshine
And I will share them all
With you my friend.