When the forest king and I returned to the gate, Eden sat on the tree stump, picking a small wooden guitar. I didn’t know he could play! He looked up to me, “Oh, Micah. Welcome back. How was your time?” He nodded his head to the forest king in thanks for being my guide. The forest king turned into leaves and disappeared. Eden searched my face while he sat on the tree stump but could tell I was sad.
A green leaf fell into a pool, causing ripples from the center to the banks of yellow lilies that had wilted from their tears.
Inside the forest was like a dream. The smell of such a place was rich with all the scents you would receive on earth. I could smell each pine, oak, weeping willow, and many others in the forest individually. They were their own, in a way. The voices coming from the forest were kind, soft as the leaves responded to the wind. They indeed were singing.
We walked through the forest until we came to a thick brush of trees. There was no path to continue walking, for the trees had moved and covered the way. My companion, who met me at the gate, suggested we continue to walk.
Eden held my hand firmly to guide my flight above the Crowned Jewel, the heart of the city. I saw fields of wonder, if wonder could have an appearance. The Crowned Jewel was structured like a giant emerald stone, and I knew that Jesus’ Throne was inside this emerald! Millions of children walked up beautiful golden steps into the emerald with no doors; they just phased into the crystal.