My Little Maple Seed

#My Little Maple Seed

I, the maple tree am grown

Though I stand high, I stand alone

A tall witness of many Mays and Decemebers

Longing to bestow my knowledge before my final winter

From season to season I nurture you

Your pod swells, becoming harder to subdue

Never fear the sun's descent

I swear to feed you 'til my last sugar's spent

Listen hard child and listen well

For in short time you will rappel

But before you leave my branch and spring

I grant you this gift, a guiding wing

Nature's breath plucks you to my dismay

My legacy catches wind and sails away

Hopefully you land further than my extended leaves

Blooming to heights I could never achieve

No storm sways me like when you succeed

Because I know inside of you, lies a part of me

My little maple seed

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I sell this poem (my poem) as an art canvas with a beautiful photo as the background on my new site. Would look great on your wall.

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