Spared

The wind so fierce
Each limb was thrust
It stole my day
And left me dust
Across the roof
Squirrels did hustle
For acorns that dropped
They squawked and tussled
Winter lasted as long as it should
One oak tree emerged
There I left it for good

My Witty Epigram

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