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


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