Modern Myth: Heart/Forest

Heart/Forest 

To think, my heart is the forest 
It basks beneath the sunshine 
Yet only shafts of light enter its domain. 
It is as it is, the forest 
One enters uncertainty 
That once the surest foot 
Treads with trepidation. 
For to be lost in the forest 
Is most confusing, and dangerous; 
One does not stop, or ponder the forest 
He wanders the paths 
And sees the wildlife 
And stares at the streams 
And gazes at the trees. 
Is it the forest that makes the trees 
Or the trees that make the forest? 
No answer. The forest never answers 
It beats to its own drum 
And flows of its own. 
The forest does not want, does not give 
Freely, for freedom has its price 
And that price is another 
To make its own 
Wafting vines of union 
Binding their roots, two forests together.