The Maple Tree: A Poem

The Maple Tree

Sitting under the maple tree,

This is the only place I’d ever wish to be.

The great leaves fall on top of me.

I look up in to the tree,

I see a bird’s nest and a bumble-bee.

I smile,

Knowing this is where I’m meant to be,

Right here,

Under the maple tree.

   --Lily R.