Stuck In Amber

I felt utterly sapped to the core that glorious August day and hence decided to take a rest under a massive shade tree While in such a meditative and carefree oblivious state a sticky globule of gooey tar oozed loose from a topmost branch and headed straight for me Unbeknownst to this fine fellow (rooted in rough hewn paul bunyanesque virtue from stem to stern) my fate would shortly be sealed without any rhyme or resin whereby only some accidental discovery the only bark of a chance that could cast this fledgling poet free In short shrift the whimsical spree to catch at least one hundred winks found unexpected immobility to flee thenceforth to become a human specimen trapped scores of eons for future eyes of the curious to see.