In our suburban yard two maples stand, Their leafy crowns in springtime splendor thrive, With emerald arms that stretch across our land, They bask in sunlit joy; lush, alive. When autumn whispers secrets dark and cold, Those greens transform to hues of rich delight; Vibrant orange flames in red and gold Flag the sky. From reaching limbs upright. Whirlagigs swirl October's chilly breeze, Twirl laughing from their boughs with playful grace, Each spins a memory of ancestral trees, Giving winter's heart a warm embrace. Thus nature paints a scene of change, bright In maple's glow, honoring the summer light.