Category Five

Category Five Tall aged oaks brace for the category five storm Become gray with the surrounding landscape Roots dig in a little deeper below cold soil Heavy trees can't hold on forever Ones by the river slip in to sleep Agitated waters rise like a soul in turmoil Clashing with the wind to drag lumber down Rapidly moving in the flow They don't want to go against the current But become too old to fight Branches come apart as expected Drift into a dream of their own Float alongside ancient houses and barns torn apart Hurricanes work that way When you are old and gray