At the sea's edge, the mighty tree stopped and drew back.

In the woods the trees had stopped falling, but the wind still blew.

The trees stopped halfway up the hill, and the wind began where they left off.

I fell out onto the hill and rolled until a tree stopped me.

But the trees did not stop there; they kept growing.

A tree stopped them at the end of a dozen feet.

There was little warning; the trees did not gradually thin out, but stopped short.

It seemed as if the very trees outside stopped to listen.

She took them midway to the fence, to where the trees opened up, then stopped and pointed right.

At the top of the rise, the trees stopped.