Jaroslav Umrzakov. (№ 347989)

Dead forest where no bird's hubbub,
On the branches of freezing ice
Fragile the weight of the crown full
On the trail - a pile of broken twigs.
Crack the trunk, collapse the tree in the snow
So broken and people:
Suffers, moans, quivers, sags,
And one day suddenly "hrws!" and breaks.
If you see this in the way
Be careful!