One dropped and floated lazily toward the ground. Over on my left stood a large hackberry.
I looked up to its top. It was as still as a fence post.
Another gust of wind caught in the top of the big tree. It started popping and snapping.
I knew it was going to fall. Grabbing my dogs by their collars, I backed off to safety.
I held my breath. The top of the big sycamore rocked and swayed.
There was a loud crack that seemed to come from deep inside the heavy trunk.
Fascinated, I stood and watched the giant of the bottoms. It seemed to be fighting so hard to keep standing.
Several times I thought it would fall, but in a miraculous way it would pull itself back into perfect balance.
The wind itself seemed to be angry at the big tree’s stubborn resistance.
It growled and moaned as it pushed harder against the wavering top.
With one final grinding, creaking sigh, the big sycamore started down.
It picked up momentum as the heavy weight of the overbalanced top dove for the ground.
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