In the end I find
Myself a little melted
Overwhelmed but purple
With joy by all the things
I find myself wanting
I pull over to the side
Of the road by an old tree
Out here in the countryside
The rolling hills of heaven
To see if they're still there
Which of course they are
And this dying pine destined
To become an archangelic being
And today I get to behold it
We together far from home