The Forest and the Trees

The forest is for the trees 
The individual, a consternation 
Nationalized by the forces of weevil 

Who is the forest for but the creatures 
A horde, unclean furry life 
The forest has dis-ease 
More bacteria than needles 

Slime's brilliant topiary 
And a cornless fungal utopia
Spread, thin, thicken 

It's a seasonal and an evolutionary mass 
The blood sap, drunk on its  
Log life after the fall