The density of a forest is in it's canopy. 
The canopy is high above, and keeps  growing  to infinity. 
The canopies of single trees blend jointly, 
to create a continuos roofing that spreads endlessly. 

Every tree is rooted in it's space, 
and that all the enemies  can never change.  
It's space is absolute. It won't move in any case. 

The man stretches  his torso with the forest's  trees. 
They are in progress upward. 
In the forest the man has  feelings of  shelter and protect. 
He looks above, and is indebted. 

May our soldiers be as a forest. 
An army that captured it's fortress. 
A nation  that is never in defense