• Outside my balcony, I see the tree.
    It's a Maple Tree.
    It's old nad knobbly, but frankly, I dont care.

    In the Spring, the fresh scent of the leaves
    Waft in through my open window.
    In the Summer, I have shade,
    Under it's massive limbs.

    In the Fall, the royal colors
    Are a majesty unto itself
    In the Winter, the snow lands amongst the branches
    A true winter scene.