Dance of The Maple Seeds

It is their dance that holds my gaze, These ballerina's dazzling ways. They float and whirl when winds abound As arms reach out to sunny rays. The breezy part of this fine day Will hold their hands in this ballet. This splendid pageant all can view, While colors liven autumn's stay. And though aware that they intrude On lands and lawns with weeds subdued, I'm fascinated by their dance, A dance that ends in life renewed. I take my leave from this grand hall, When evening spreads her sable shawl, But not before the maple seeds Have shared a graceful day of fall.