I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
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I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossom'd many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
On the windswept hills of Rockville, I came across this fallen oak. It seemed to still be alive despite most of its trunk being horizontal. I surmise that it had fallen over in high winds, but about half its base remained rooted after falling. It continued to grow its main trunk upwards. Which happened to be sideways from its original growth.
The Cascade trail in Rockville Hills Regional Park. My favourite part of the park, to get to this point one must circle around the entire park to climb this short, steep trail. And it is brutal.