Hello, old maple tree!
My apologies for staring…
But, I could admire your branches all day.
So many people, animals, insects,
microbes, et al.,
have enjoyed your beauty;
your shelter,
your strength,
your life sustaining nectar.
The sapsucker scars
around your bole
are displayed with pride.
Those yellow-bellied birds survived
in part due to your generosity.
And every year
as a new family
of birds or squirrels move in,
you hold them up—
rain or shine,
towards the sky.
—Poe Andrews
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