The torment and agony of the mutilated forest
has been silenced. The shock of its betrayal
by the very life-force that created it, nurtured it
and designed its existence replaced by resignation
for there is no force capable of undoing what
has been done. The ferocity of the storm has passed
but in its violent frenzy striking in every direction
mercy was not on offer. From striplings to hoary
elders they succumbed, their life sapped by the
force of raging wind and bellicose rainfall when
morose rumbles of thunder hid the plaintive appeals
of the forest canopy in its dance of desperation thrust
one way then another by the pitiless elements nature
instructs to leave no stout trunk intact, bring down
limbs, strew the forest floor with corpses of this
once-proud forest. And so they did, and so the forest
was summarily transformed to a grieving cemetery.
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