You and Me

The maple tree

@ Photo by the Author

That early morning in my garden
The cropped grass looked plain
A butterfly flashed in the scene
Pale bushes pretended to be fine
Nodded their heads to the unheard
That symphony, I wondered then!

The maple tree caught my eye
Once, dear child, in my arms
Tiny limbs and the tender skin
So fragile, and delicate, you were
Now you have grown up into a lovely girl
Your pretty face is beaming all day
I’ve often heard your husky voice
As you express your lively mood!

We adored your blushing pink,
But dashing orange suits you more
Yellow attire revealed your youth
And you glowed green when you laughed
Like us, you hate the winter, as we do
Turning brown, regretting the cold
Yet, you would stand the bitter frost
Promising to grow until I am old!