I've been told over and over
That one day there will be a second coming
That arrives in flames and fire
And the righteous will be exalted.

As much as I've imagined that day,
I'll tell you that I've never felt closer to
Transcendence
Than when I was surrounded by the trees.

The door that lifts the veil,
For me,
Is stepping out into the wild
That they say,
God created.