Riven

A small tornado passed on through And split some neighbors’ trees in two. The toppled pieces hit the ground So branches scattered all around. No harm was done to man or house Thus it makes zero sense to grouse, Though clean-up will be far from cheap And losing trees could make one weep. Still, Nature’s worthy of respect For so much strength, yet I suspect Her power will not be forgiven By those whose trees were wrongly riven.