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
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