The old tree fell in the backyard
All 53 feet laying on the ground
Roots frayed and full
Indiana winds took their toll this time
Whistling over the lightly frosted fields
Stripping trees of the lady autumn winds
Snapping power cables like brittle candy
Cutting off the neighbors from the rest of the world
Rolling gravel and bending stop signs
No remorse the wind blows stronger and stronger
Shutting off the evening lifts with every single burst
Hitting my face as powerful as a cement filled hurse
The system winds through Indiana and in to Ohio
Leaving ravaged fields behind in this autumn blast
Concerted force on trees and forests
Pushing them over and moving on
A winter preview is now laying on the lawn