New England Cathedral
The cathedral of the trees
Soaring, living, singing
Has as its veiled ceiling
Heaven’s blue vault
Unshadowed by stain
Life rests untorn
Anchored upon enduring stone
Where fault and pain
Are, with mute patience born,
Awaiting the undestroyed fire
Asleep in the world’s tomb
Acair Fearann 
I’ve always felt that my church and god were somewhere out in the trees, rocks, wind, and rain; I never could have said it as well.
Thanks! That took about an hour of fiddling to get the layers I wanted, its been a while since I tried to write anything in that vein. It was a spectacularly clear morning and I was contemplating the trees on the north lawn, while listening to some hymns recorded in Durham cathedral…so!