I walked once out beyond my reach, to forests ancient wisdom's teach, and wandering in the light of day, I thought perchance I'd found my way, and oh the wonder of new things, the wisdom that the ancient brings, But oh alas the night must come, and come it came absent the sun, and in the night and all alone, bereft of sight without a home, and kneeling down beside the sea of ancient arcane mystery, I saw the dawn was nearly near, and all the things I once held dear, were gone absorbed in forest glade, and all the progress I had made, was lost for I had lost myself, inside my search for carnal wealth. If I am God where sprung the tree, sans the ancient mystery? If I am God where is the day and why now have I lost my way? If I am God, the morrow near, why the overwhelming fear? If I am God and I am all, why then hear the clarion call? If I am God then speak to me, from whence and where then sprung the tree?
