Blowing rapidly
Limbs of trees
Shaking wildly
Breaking at its root
Hasn't fallen yet
But I get the feeling that
The fall could be soon.
And I am in its path
I hear the crackling
I see it shake
Get out of the way
Ponders my mind
So I make my dash
Stay away from any fallen
Limbs
Away, Away
On a cold winters day
I am away from anything
That can hit me
Hope to feel the warm
To cross our path
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