Ode To a Maple Tree

Liken me to a maple tree shy and reserved with thick green leaves spreading elaborate for the neighbors to see nervous when birds come to nest Roots which have bent themselves knotted and tight to reach out for water, creative hindsight never with other roots banter and fight a sigh and my shade gives up rest Solitary. Passionate. Silver bough and burnished head A maple alone on the block, but well-bred limbs undiscouraged when cut up and bled Endurance and joy under test Solid stance just like a maple tree when my colors bloom electric in the autumn breeze I'll still be standing through the winter freeze Remembering why I am blessed.