Sheltered below, a canopy of green
Sprinkles of light form, can be seen
Rippled leaves, stirred by a breeze
Flutter-shimmer, with natural ease

Confetti patterns, dance as they build
Images fragmented, never being sealed
Changes so rapid, each moment gives
Memories of sunshine, so briefly live

Fresh the feeling, new morning's birth
Sounds of waking, creatures and earth
Alerted slowly, the mind must absorb
Various sounds, ones thoughts mauled

Filed in cubby-holes, waiting a time
Sounds joining vision, forming lines
Building a picture, one cannot yet see
Shielded by leaves, that ripples like sea

Protecting eyes, as ears take control
Bird-song important, warming a soul
Till eyes adjust, to a bright silver day
Gentle not harsh, in filtered sun-rays.