The Sugar Maple Tree

I awake from winters slumber As my sap begins to flow My buds will shortly sprout While my limbs begin to grow I watch the many animals That start to come around To some I am a gym While others lay quite sound The birds will make their nest In my many boughs The weave each little nest With great skill it's quite a show I've stood the test of time As the seasons come and go When summer comes I'll be The shade that you love so There used to be some children Who would climb my sturdy limbs They'd play all day around me Their joy to me were hymns When fall comes to pass I put on my favorite suit With reds oranges and yellows The owl will even give a hoot My sap is what I'm famous for It taste so sweet when boiled down I tell you just one sip of it Will make a smile right from a frown Now When my days are through My journey still goes on I may become a bedstead Or a table for someone Someone may yet use me For a ceiling or a floor You see my wood is prized For many things even a door But now I will just stand here For everyone to see The majesty and wonder Of me the Sugar Maple tree Created 7/21/15 for the Trees Personified contest