Be tree

There was a catastrophe in arm
With cyclone verda in low belly.

Till a weather expert would say,
The whoosh was  minor breeze.

Some times you wouldn’t know
The wind from breeze, trees fall.

Be tree when you fall from blue.
Lie down happily in  broad sun.

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