The Coming of a New Age

Uprooted is the tree of my dream The winds of change has blown it away Shall I plant a new seed? But where? Where can it grow? All the fertile ground Gone by the coming of a new age. Is there an open field somewhere? Maybe an untainted pasture? Winds of change, you hear? My future has become obscure. Though I shall not fear, A door has now appeared. I must wait for the next dimension Soon to take place in 2012's ascension. Where Merkabah's wind shall make his call Carrying us away from fear that shapes us all And into fields, where our trees shall never fall.