The Maple Tree
The maple tree stands tall and proud against the boundary wall,
Its leaves beginning to turn
From green to the rich red-golds and maroons
Of the late autumn season.
On the ground surrounding the tree lie the fallen leaves,
Rustling in the softest breeze
Joined by others wafting gently down towards the earth
To rest in peace on the dew damp grass.
Soon the tree will be completely bare, exposed to all
The elements of winter – wind, cold and frost.
With no protection whatsoever
It will stand brave, strong and true until the spring.