Saothraíonn an ghrian a solas tríd na crainn dhordánaigh, gach duilleog ag glinniú solais ina raibh Geamharc, Oscailt an tSamhraidh sa bhForaois Ghleann Aireamh.

The sun cast its light through the towering trees, each leaf shimmering with light as Geamharc, the Opening of Summer, unfolded in the Foraois Ghleann Aireamh.

Bhí boladh úr na mbláthanna agus síonchur fliuch éagsúil ag suí go grámhar ar an aer.

The fresh scent of flowers and varied damp earth lovingly mingled in the air.

Bhí an lá seo foirfe chun siúlóid a dhéanamh leis na sruthanna fuara agus na heasanna fíor-álainn ag togáil go líonmhar.

This day was perfect for a walk with cold streams and beautiful waterfalls flowing abundantly.

Ag tús an mbealaigh, bhí Cillian ann.

At the start of the path, there was Cillian.

Fir óg le spéaclaí agus feisteas taistil, b'fcí léir gur chaomhnóir é, lán de nósanna cúramacha don fhoraois.

A young man with glasses and travel gear, it was clear he was a guardian, full of caring habits for the forest.

Níor thaitin measúnachtaí nó cainteanna le dó; is fearr leis a bheith ag éisteacht leis an dúlra.

He didn't like assessments or talks; he preferred listening to nature.

Ach inniu bhí rud éigin difriúil ar an saol, áfach.

But today, something was different in life.

Bhí suim aige foghlaim ón ngrúpa faoin gconservadh, rud nach raibh ag tarlú i gcoitinne.

He was interested in learning from the group about conservation, something that didn't usually happen.

San am céanna, bhí Maeve ar an mbealach céanna.

At the same time, Maeve was on the same path.

Bhí sí ag aireachtáil le cúpla duine eile, ag míniú domhsa ceol milis na n-éan agus glórtha dílis na gcrann.

She was engaging with a few others, explaining the sweet music of birds and the honest voices of the trees.

Bhí sí lánghníomhach agus áthasach, gach focal aici mar ceol ag tarraingt muinitir a ghrúpa le chéile.

She was lively and joyful, every word she spoke was like music, drawing her group's attention together.

Le chéile tháinig siad ar aghaidh; bhí Cillian beagán cúthail ach chuir an t-atmaisféar a suaimhneas air.

Together they moved forward; although Cillian was a bit shy, the atmosphere comforted him.

Thug Maeve faoi deara an guth fós dordánach atá ag an slua, agus gan aon leisce, tugtar cuireadh do Cillian teacht léi mar gheall ar a toil eolais.

Maeve noticed the still vibrant voice of the group, and without hesitation, she invited Cillian to join her due to his thirst for knowledge.

"Ar mhaith leat dul ag dul as ár n-am agus blas a chur orainn?" a dúirt sí le meangadh gáire.

"Would you like to step out of time with us and savor this moment?" she said with a cheerful smile.

Maidin aoibhinn a bhí ann, ag siúl faoi salachar ag an ngrian is lucht ciotach as suas na tonnta talún.

It was a delightful morning, walking under the sunlight, clumsy travelers over the undulating waves of land.

Cé go raibh mearbhall air ar dtús, thug Cillian aghaidh ar an gcuireadh agus lean sé an grúpa lena muinín.

Although he was confused at first, Cillian accepted the invitation and followed the group with confidence.

Nuair a shroich siad an chéad aillte eas, cloisidís faire go fonnmhar.

When they reached the first waterfall cliff, they listened eagerly.

Deireadh suas go díreach ann an ghlascán beag ar a chluais leis an trá buí brilliant.

A small flock of birds perched on a branch near the shining yellow beach, reminiscent of acrobats dancing in snow.

An bhfaca tú riamh damhán sráid ag imirt sa sneachta? Ar nós sin a bhraitheann tú iomlán!

You feel complete like that!

Ag cúinne den bhealach, chonaic siad éan beag gortaithe.

Around a bend in the path, they saw an injured little bird.

Shín Maeve síos i gcúirtín den éad sinc lag, agus d'fhéach op tuar ionbhá á leanúint ag Cillian.

Maeve bent down in a curtain of soft, light cloth, and with empathetic expression, followed by Cillian, they observed.

Léigh sé streama, díograis oibre agus brón air ach fós go fóill na leanraí.

He read determination and sorrow on his face yet still continued.

"Seo'r gcinneadh," a dúirt Cillian leis féin, "is oibríthi tíosach í sin."

"This is the decision," Cillian told himself, "she is a thoughtful worker."

Thosaigh an dá lánúin ag obair le chéile, ag tabhairt aire don éan.

The two began working together, tending to the bird.

Ón gceann bealach chualathas comhpháirtíocht éagsúil á gcloisteáil, dírithe go firm.

From that lookout, a diverse partnership could be heard forming, grounded firmly.

Mionchomhrá idir idir, d'eascainóil aire ó na staidéar, lorg deireamh agus tacaíocht.

Small talk exchanged between them, providing solace and support away from their studies.

An ghrá a bhí ann, foroinn agus malartú pleananna croí leo, leis na hathnuachamaí maidir leis an bhfóirthéim seo.

It was love forged there, sharing and exchanging heartfelt plans, with rejuvenating themes.

Aontú idir na smaointe, comhchrann céag na síceogaun.

An agreement between ideas, a cerebral collaboration of thoughts.

Ó sin amach bhí plean aici teacht ar a chéile arís, gnímh smaointe beatha.

From then on, plans were made to meet again, actions infused with life ideas.

D'éirigh Cillian níos muiníní, d'aithin sé an brí sa gcaemhthóir.

Cillian grew more confident, recognizing the value in being a guardian.

Anois ag obair dá gcumas is maith, bheadh sé i mbun oibre arís, níos solas, níos deacra sa tosach, níos áthasach sa scornach.

Now working to his best ability, he would labor again, more radiant, harder at the beginning, happier deep in his core.

Le linn na míosa seo, ghlacfaidh an foraois leo le chaibidil seo, ionas go bhfuileann tús faoi shoitheach an dinine, feiniúlacht.

During this month, the forest hosted them with this chapter, ensuring a start beneath the vessel of human essence, identity.

Bhí foscadh ina haigne forleis seo iarbháid síor mar chomaoine.

Shelter was in the mind, providing perpetual companionship.