He had found her in a place where she should not have been.
Where she had wished reverently to remain unseen.
Yet she had found in the quietness of the resting hills in their shades of green
and in the gleaming eyes of a watery stream.

A passion that had fallen ahead of her path.
A passion that made her smile and laugh.

He had found her soul deep rooted in this woodland of trees.
He had found her place of solitude with ease.

Yet she found his desires but a gentle breeze,
that brought colour to her cheeks and a heart to it's knees.

For she had sought and found the anchoring of her dream,
in the place where she should not have been.