I watch my lacy maple early in the morn.
The frost glittering on it's branches adorn.
Then, in the spring I see buds grow.
The gentle breeze carries seeds to sow.
It's home for a robin or perch for a lark.
Its rich maple sap exudes from its bark.
The summer winds make the leaves dance.
In the autumn sunset, its crimson leaves enhance.
The subtle designs of lace alter in a glance.
So I watch my lacy maple with each and every chance.