The Sugar Maple
Give me some sugar
Oh if I were a tree, what kind, or sort would I be?
I would want to be a hardy type, maybe one of towering height
Could I stay green all year being brought indoors for Christmas cheer?
Or maybe stay out of doors ending up as someones floors
Tall, or small with fruit, or none at all
So many of any kind, some with needles and some with fronds
Still others that reflect brilliantly colored leaves on Autumn ponds
Each having a splendid pupose and giving tirelessly to us all
The seasons bring forth their fruits in Winter, Summer , Spring and Fall
But the question stiil remains which kind would I be?
and my answer would always stay the same, the Sugar Maple tree
In the winter I bring forth my sap, dropped in a bucket, through a tap
then as temps start to rise, my leaves come forward towards sunny skies
The summer is hot and for those who dare, you may seek the comfort of my shady lair
When the heat gives way to Autumn cool and the children return back to school
I am adorned in Heavenly splendor with my coat of various hues
Announcing the seasons coming as a herald of good news