The bare branches braced,
for the hurricane that came with the winter wind and rain

The tree shivered in the sharp outburst of wind
that cut playfully into its vulnerable twig like limbs
snapping their bony foundations,
reducing them to limply hang from a stringy piece of flesh.

The branches swayed treacherously now,
a few, battered strings acted like a lifeline,
yet the barrage of attacks made by the season never halted.

The tree quivered at the site of where its limbs might go,
pulled under by the pouncing waves and splinted by the dark jaggerdy rocks,
which would both giggle in a chorus so loud,
it drowned out even the winds howling sound.