i heard a tree bark at me
when gush of wind came by
it was long more than groan
branch slowly reaching ground
white splintered timber; split
could have been hurt by insects
these tall trees majestically
hovering over me; i wonder if
they're solid inside as it looks
why they have to wait for storm
to lay down on top of a house
we need a tree expert some time
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