Maple Tree

At peace with the outdoors, Where life's creatures roam Within nature, I am at home. The North East is where I grew. My roots I barely knew. As the seasons drift, I accommodate the shift; Embracing them all. Feeling most alive during fall; A time bright colors enthrall. The wind touches me like an old friend. Our movements dance and blend. Arms with body sway as hands flutter around; Flapping until they rest and fall down. I may appear fragile; A belief unfounded. I am by nature; Born well-grounded. As birds and insects gently fly, People sit or stand nearby Admiring beauty, as if they see An inner sweetness inside of me-- A commodity untapped and sought, Without pride, I embrace that thought. My arms branch out Towards the southern skies, Thankful for all it supplies. In time my outer skin loosens and cracks with wear, From the wind's motion and the sun's glare. My girth is another rough gauge Of the circles of years that determine my age. Lovers have engraved their affection; I am a part of life's connection. And when my form of existence does cease... Just as before I began, I will end in peace. 08/23/15