Growing Together- a Nature Poem

I He was no farmer, Carl Farmer He was a loud preaching man His eyes got wet, peradventure As we heard the trees and land - II "We do not complain though confined - Bunched together, joying in life We seek light not more dirt, ground - See us: Cramped, bright, and quiet!" NOTE: This was a mystical experience in Central Virginia Carl farmer & I separately experienced around 2018; the same clump of trees (declining forest) was serene, though a tangle beneath the canopy. Speak of "live and let live!"