It was vicious and nasty and angry
It blew in without style or grace
And in the wake of its passing
Destruction you could visibly trace
Homes flattened and left in a heap
Of rubble with no concern at all
For tornados have no feeling
At times they slow down and stall
But miracles happen as well
And one of the most amazing things
Are the trees that survive it all
No matter what tornados bring
After the storm has finished
Though rugged with limbs gone
They stand tall and proud
Amongst debris on a lawn
It’s astounding when you think
How deep the roots are in the ground
Yes, the amazing tree survival
Shows trees are powerful and sound!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yep! And I love them. I read a book about trees, called 'Meetings with Remarkable Trees' by Tom Pakenham, and it made me love trees so much. A wonderful book. They are superb creations in my eyes, so I really enjoyed this poem of yours. A pleasure to read. Nice one. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX