A town called Transcendence  

Sapling’s rise from the forest floor
In times when trees can walk no more.
They teach the ways of root and leaf
and cut the ragweed from belief.
 
As sure as sun will bring the rain  
the laws of droplets can be changed.
The owl that turns his head to see
will be at one with all that breathe.
 
A flower-bud bursts into life
the bloom so bright it carries light,
a cry announced into the world,
yet still the blossom starts to curl.
 
Of spiders that rebuild each web
and walk the path step by step,
with nothing and no need of choice
Nirvana is the silenced voice.