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.