The forest had an almost enchanted character to it. There were no thorns, no tangle of
bushes, no snakes, and no real dangers, only God’s handiwork, perfected beyond anything
he'd ever seen on Earth. Chris pondered if the Garden of Eden might have been something
like this. No, this was probably even better. The trees themselves were of familiar types;
oaks, maples, poplars, and a wide variety of pines, yet each one was perfect, a textbook
examples of the species. Birds sang new songs from the high trees, and many colorful
butterflies, of a variety he had neverseen, flitted about him.