The wind cries

the       wind               blows                    hard
    the   branches            it rips off                          the trees
      litter              the                    ground
around                                                  the cabin
      they       lay on the        browning     leaves
scraped                                                             off the limbs
yesterday

         the wind                        is          constant                           for       days
with              powerful gusts            i n t h e n i      gh t
                               that push the trees to
the limit                                                   of their
                                    ability to           withstand         this                     gale

                        eucalyptus suffers,
but                                                does not break
while                      juniper
          becomes                       a                          victim
                  of the                                 howling
                                          and yesterday                                guaniquil
lost           an                 arm, while                         Heber
           nearly                    froze       his ears
                         in               the          tropical mountain                            jetstream

        from                 high                                            above the turbulence
            the picture from space                                  shows
little                     more             than puffy                          clouds
                 floating                                    peacefully                         above
     the               tortured         forest                                  and land
below

                   if          one thing              is left                           standing
after                         all            the     f   o   r    c    e has       been                spent
      it                   will be a                 tribute to            all those           who have
fallen before the lashing winds

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