The bush was thick
Knee-high grass
In tree copses
Low branches
Tugging at your sleeves
Scratching your face
Birds singing everywhere
High trees
Reaching up
To a hidden sky
With hidden sunbeams
Only occasionally
Escaping the
Canopy roof
And funnelling down
To aching leaves
With life-longing chloroplasts
Hungry for the descending
Photonic feast