Ode to the Maple Tree

Oh! scarlet maple,
Every year
You fill my eyes
With such surprise;
A delight so red
Before they shed,
Leaves so bright
In full sunlight.
Amongst green leaves
Of other trees;
You signal fall
Before snow falls;
The snow all white
Makes my spirit bright;
A gift of peace
From the prince of peace.
How God’s creation makes me sing
As though the season was really spring.

Cy, Ottawa, ontario