When one enters Nature’s world, places unknown to them open up and in time they recall what was important long ago.
You see, all things are neither black or white, right or wrong, but best done in moderation.
I, as Father of these Woods, welcome you with a song that can be heard high above the trees, in the whirling wind and the branches that release their spirit to anyone that will listen. I’ll bring you what you need and will awaken you once again to the spirit of this place.
Many things have been written about the mystical creature known as Pan, and I am sure that more than a few of these legends are true.