‘Heed the screams.’
Flee the fall.
The spindly woods, tell all.
At first sight,
I had been blissfully, unaware.
Then within a moment’s hesitation,
one lone oak became a pair.
For miles, the blistering winds had admonished an earthy speech…
in my muffled ear.
I only listened for the cautions they longed for me to hear.
All surrounding sounds and, alike,
While my wishes were the wind-swept tress…
The ground rumbled…stay humble.