After our winds last night, which took down a big tree, I think this poem I wrote a year ago is appropriate:
For three days a strong breeze
Convinced the fir trees
To shed their twigs which
Alighting on the road recalled
Rose petals strewn before a bride.
The people of Jerusalem cut branches
To pave the road for King Messiah
Yet he rode a humble donkey
His first mission not requiring
A white charger.
For whom are the fir twigs scattered?
Some monarch or minister or miracle worker?
Some god of the forest or fairy retinue?
No, only for me and my dog
We two who love the breeze and the trees
On our peaceful walk.