To be gentle. And kind. And considerate. To always have the other's needs in mind. These are the keys that open the solid iron doors of the forest. That with trust and understanding and respect and equal pace you may lead one another on a journey that, although you both know the destination, neither one of you are quite sure of the footing or terrain, making this trek exhilarating and incomparable.
And this forest of tender limbs, supple and malleable and strong, but soft, like the white braided vines that connect each extension and weave their way throughout, guides would-be adventurers along their own unique paths, so great and expansive this grove is. Yet treacherous it can be: those who would seek to harm or tarnish or inflict undue pain and suffering, or as an attempt to carve their way will only be met with rabbit holes of despair and unimaginable solitude, for this place is as deep and dark and dense as those who'd seek obtain it's secrets for their own personal use, instead of allowing well-heeled explorers to offer their own creative maps and recollections.
And we enter together. For in her, and match. A walking partner. A ranger. A fawn of the forest. Not born of it, but drawn to it naturally. One with a curiosity to explore every nook and cranny and vine the forest has to offer. One with the patience to tread easily, and lightly, so as to not loose her footing in this inviting yet unfamiliar place. One that sees a destination glade from afar, and is excited by it, but still has the charm and inner calm to allow me to guide us.