Maple Tree
What do people see,
When looking at a maple tree?
Could be soft green leaves in June;
Maybe it’s shade on a July afternoon.
Perchance a golden kitchen table;
Or a hardwood floor, strong and stable.
Perhaps it’s sap for maple syrup.
Some might see a tree to climb up.
Images of dazzling red Autumn leaves;
Fuel for a fire on a frigid eve.
All of these, I do believe;
Are gifts of a maple tree.
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