Two friends took a walk listening to the birds chirping, the peaceful sense of quiet that nothing other than nature could quite hold. The delicate branches of a Kwanzan Cherry tree swaying in the breeze. As they walked down the dirt path, they noticed the foliage getting greener and thicker. Soon, they found themselves lost in a jungle-like forest. The rustling of branches, the louder chirps of birds crying, the glowing light of nocturnal eyes in the dark evening, the smell of the cool breeze carrying along the scent of the forest, the grass trembling from the chilly wind, as if laughing at the two friends being lost. As they got lost further and further, their thoughts started to take different directions. One saw the fearful parts. Predators could come in the dark and they would be found only after weeks or they would perish and starve as they continued to wander aimlessly, farther, and farther from other humans. The other friend saw the beautiful green of the leaves and the many types of flora and fauna wondering, how many other species of animals and plants could there be? How could the bark of some trees be so smooth but others, so rough? And both had a small part whispering in their minds, this place is beautiful, or, this place could be dangerous. And both had to agree grudgingly that the forest was a beautiful danger. The winsome forest lured them in and bewitched them until hours passed until they realized it was night. As they thought about the forest’s attributes, they walked and walked until they realized they were back at the beginning of the path. One walked away as quickly as possible, not wanting to watch the glinting eyes of the nocturnal creatures. The other waved goodbye to the forest and strolled down the path recounting the adventures of their small peregrination. And they wondered, what would have happened had they not found their way back. The forest watched them leave fondly. It had been long since they had been visited by people with such thoughts. Many humans had been plagued by what they called technology. The forest hoped that they would come once more with other friends to share their thoughts and bring the old forest more visitors. It was a wonderful feeling, to be remembered once more.