He looked outside then commenced quick
A storm was brewing fast,
He hoped that he could make it through
And Mother Nature he'd outlast.
So the old man two-stepped on the path
To see what all he could see,
Stumbling to his death-once then twice-
finding out,
Unknowingly,
That winds can be stronger than trees.
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