not out of the woods yet

i'm the type that sometimes 
can't see the forest for the trees

and fine 
what is living but meeting the one tree
seeing on its skin the seasons weathered 
taking the moment however long
to hear its deep and musky song
then to move along and meet the next

i believe we aren't meant to see the forest
until untethered spirit swims skyward
if that even happens
though i may join the cheaters in aviation