the grove

Theres a moss that grows as a vine
on a thick barked tree
It's green and fury
It's thick and hairy
it goes to say, that it goes unseen
But out in the forest
In the deep dark woods
it grows for years
And it grows for no one
It hides its presence from all
On a certain day
A certain youth
Found a hidden trail
in a search for truth
he knelt for us all
though he knew it not
At the time he touched the heavens
And the heavens withdrew not
The mossy vine wrapping
The thick barked tree
Was at home in itself
Not being heard
Nor being seen