And these branches, it seemed to him, were waving about far more violently than could be accounted for by wind.

I saw the branches waving, the water talking, The ice answering, the snow laughing.

Phillips looked out the window at the thick trees, their frozen branches waving in a cold wind.

The leafy branches of the village waved over their heads in the breeze.

I saw the branches waving, the water talking.

The few surviving branches poked through windows or waved forlornly in the air.

There was sun shining, and the branches of trees were waving and tossing in the wind.

Bob escorted them back across the summit of the mesa, and the olive branch waved in peace on the divide.

Then a flaming branch came from the brushfire and waved itself about menacingly.

I thought the trees were all whispering to each other although there was no wind, and the branches waved about and groped.