I Am the Parcel Straining In Vain Where I Am

I had to look up from the forest floor to find my way Though, lost in marvel, my eyes "did" want to stay Across the forest floor decay danced with birth Circled rings within grain measure years of worth My pace raced through a forest of thought, save face Unraveling roots traced and laced with leaf lay waste Thorn and vine thickets gave chase to slowed pace With newly lifted eyes I see where I've been, was, and am Yet this parcel strains In vain where it stands