Ode to Arm-Trees

Uncomfortable,

That's how me and my boys feel when we see

The paper that you crumpled,

And threw into a giant weird tree.

A tree with arms like mine,

(Scott Simon, Scott,)

But tell me, is there still time?

Country Run is lost,

The trees have called him home.

Can we find him?

Absolutely no.

But wait, a note, the one you so carelessly threw

Could it be? Could it be a clue?

The tree I scale, the note I fetch,

While almost falling to my death.

I prise it open, heart pounding like a drum.

My eyes scan the paper, my mind swallows the words.

Hold on, this makes about as much sense as the birds!

I read it again, though to do so is far from fun.

"Gump across the forest like Country Run."

What could it mean? Something so absurd?

What could it mean? Try descrambling the words.