The earth gives The rain watches The wind takes. I emerge Into the last breath Of the storm Hot and muggy The air a thick cloud Steamy rain still streaming down. I emerge Into a world of destruction. Entire trees upended Ripped from the ground Roots akimbo Like the unkempt mane of a wild animal Branches littering every surface Canopies sliced clean As if with the swipe Of a simple bandsaw. Wires and light poles Strewn about Like childrens’ toys. The earth gives The rain watches The wind takes. My heart heaves in my chest As I take in the trees My trees My trees A massacre of trees. The songs in their limbs The stories in their bark The history in their trunks All gone Taken by the wind. I emerge Into the last breath Of the storm So small so humbled. They were never My trees But I mourn them Like the dearest of friends It feels like having a hand gone Or part of my soul Suddenly missing. The earth gives The rain watches The wind takes.
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You captured the violence of that day and the power of nature to leave us in awe. Very moving.
Touching reminder of a shocking day & it’s widespread destruction.