I got this from an old hang gliding buddy... it could apply here as well:

LOW FLIGHT


Oh, I've slipped the swirling clouds of dust a few feet from the dirt.

I have flown my plane low enough to make my bottom hurt.

I've raced over desert, hills, through valleys, and mountain passes too.

Frolicked in the trees where only gray squirrels flew.

Chasing cows along the way, disturbing ram and ewe.

I've done a hundred other things you damned well shouldn't do.

I have smacked the tiny sparrow, bluebird, robin, and the rest.

Dragged vortices through branches throwing eggs out of their nests.

I've hurled through total darkness just as blind as I could be,

And spent the night in terror of things I could not see.

I've turned my eyes to heaven sweating bullets through the flight,

Reached out my hand and pressed-to-test --the Master Caution light.

Oh, I've slipped the surly bonds of earth
And hovered out of ground effect on semi-rigid blades;
Earthward I've auto'ed and met the rising brush of non-paved terrain
And done a thousand things you would never care to
Skidded and dropped and flared
Low in the heat soaked roar.
Confined there, I've chased the earthbound traffic
And lost the race to insignificant headwinds;
Forward and up a little in ground effect
I've topped the General's hedge with drooping turns
Where never Skyhawk or even Phantom flew.
Shaking and pulling collective,
I've lumbered The low untresspassed halls of victor airways,
Put out my hand and touched a tree.

Me think "person who touch tree while flying hopicher (helicopter) will have crack up