Regal pines soared skyward Like a great cathedral's spires, Shafts of iridescent light Struck the ground with holy fire, Illuminating the forest floor Where lacy ferns and mosses grew. With brilliant greens of every hue. Transforming violets into purple jewels, Strewn about my feet And water into liquid gold When light danced on the creek. Alone in this most sacred realm , I knew That what I had always felt was true A truth my heart has come to understand... God does not dwell in temples made by man.