It was hung from a low branch, both halves side by side, twisting slowly on the cord which passed through the bound hands and feet.

The branches were twisting into different shapes.

Their branches twisted like snakes, but the leaves were individually tiny and stuck on the twigs like a child's drawing.

Their roots hang down in bunches of gray and white, their branches twist arthritically above you.

Cern once swore that a branch had twisted just to spill him off.

The cypress trees loomed tall and thick, their branches twisted and turned above me.

The branches twisted and grated against each other like broken teeth.

Dead branches twisted together overhead, and mist occasionally drifted across their way.

The trees were dark, and their branches twisted together like the fingers of wrestling hands.

The branches twisted generally upward, and the layers of leaves became firmer at the higher levels.