The tree tops dance like zombies on a roof top
Struggling against the restless wind
The driving rain urging them evermore
To summit the peak before nightfall
Up and down in unison
Every step unsure
Twist and bend, limbs stretch and whip
Flail ‘till frail then crack
Attacking the peak with their roof top dance
A few more steps….. it is just in sight
Will they reach the summit tonight?
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