Transcendence

As the trees cry the wind listens,
the forest calls as dew glistens,
come forth thy soul,
with the earths submission,
take hold now your final mission.

The fiery depths of deep devotion,
hold tight to leave the world in motion.
Darkness savaged from light within,
as echoed words leave caves so thin.

Enter the plain the world we know,
the passage clear your set to go,
flow down the river into the stream
for on this side the grass lay green.