"You struggle, trying to get through all the spiky raspberry bushes
They are ripping your skin and clothes
You know why are you doing this; there is only one; only one like that.
But these small, brown twisted spikes of dark brown bushes are everywhere you look...
Where is the end?
You doubt, thinking you lost your way, but your nose takes over and guides you
Through more and more, like a hound, sticky and sweet blood leaking from your wounds
Finally, you see the light, the smell is irresistible and the meadow opens up
You fall on your knees, then on your back and inhale deeply
Lying between honeysuckle, orchids, and various herbs you look at the one single red rose in full blossom. You smell her, she is sensual
You found it, you have found your magical meadow again"