i mourn silently
about fallen trees
wish i have truck
to pull them back
i could have cut
some of branches
before storm came
put brace on them
lucky are cedar woods
deep crawling roots
myrtle too they survive
some oaks are down
devastated were pines
broken limbs; knockdowns
blocking trails; playgrounds
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