Angels Falling Out of the Trees
Out of maple trees comes the samara.
Like a little angel, the seed takes wing.
On summer days in North America,
carried by the wind is this little thing.
Ever so gently, it is gyrating.
I watch each achene spiral to the ground.
In great numbers these wonders can be found.
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