In Russia, attempts (sometimes successful) are made to restore such broken trees.

Two men stood in a space of broken trees.

"We hear many things," she said, perching on a broken tree just yards away.

Beyond lay broken trees for another hundred or more, all leaning away from the farm.

The city finally replaced the broken tree last month.

Now he could see that it was neither a tower nor a broken tree.

To reach land, they must walk across a broken tree.

She raised her hand, that the wandering fire might shine through the broken tree.

We rolled her down to the water on the trunks of the broken trees.

Mostly what you see now is broken trees and bare fields.