Seeing forest through tress is an expression old
And its point is one not bold
Alas over time the mind does fold
And ceases to see the picture whole
While the single oak can be majestic
And to see its beauty one is blessed
But to avoid a mind infested
We need ability to vision past it
Not wrong is it to run fingers on bark
And a single branch is where birds do lark
However our existence is but a single part
In this entire world’s unending arc