Finding the forest in the trees

Moving through spaces of trails and trees. Limbs off of trunks cased with bark are strong and mirrors the fleshy limbs of man. A lure of the wilderness murmurs through a head freed of clutter by the tranquility of the state reserve. The path twists, seeking a new way. Something is there but is also hard to find, difficult to even get close to. Before I know it, my watch reads a time and it is an indicator. Turning about, no longer chasing the feral enigma of the woods I return home.