The great trees on the far bluffs whipped in the rising wind.
The trees whipped back and Usha tore through the forest.
The tree made a groan as of bending in a cruel gale wind and whipped its stump away.
In the garden embroidered across his chest, the trees and the corn whipped in an unseen breeze.
The wind came up and the trees whipped and showered leaves on the ground.
As he watched, the tree suddenly whipped back and forth again, then bent down, flailing at the ground.
Now the trees lashed, whipped by a wind that came from nowhere and howled like a man gone mad.
Like a flash, the trees whipped upward, carrying The Shadow with them.
Small bushes and single trees whipped past in the wind.
Glowing trees whipped past faster than ever as the AI sent thepinnace racing through the metallic forest, heading for the landing field.
