The branches lashed about me.
Heavy brush had totally obscured the entrance until someone had quite recently cut and pulled away the branches, exposing the opening.
The branches of the trees slithered overhead while brush and bramble scampered out of his way.
When she opened them, they stood outside a stone façade of a compound built into the side of a mountain and surrounded by evergreen trees whose branches were heavy with snow.
She shuddered, glancing anxiously at the canopy of branches overhead.