Crimson’s Creative Challenge #214

Here we go Crispina:

leaves had fallen long ago
and drifted down the creek

branches stretched in tapered ways
crooked, bare and sleek

in the end there was a blast
of a very gusty gale

that felled the tree in one quick move
it was a sorry tale

rodents, beavers and the like
could finally make the crossing

and fill the land beyond the sea
while the tree could rest and do nothing

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