To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under Heaven. Ecclesiastes 3:1 KJV

The Ancient Maple has a classroom
Among the Birch, and Fern
High above the forest shadows
Where we may come to learn

 Teaching first the Winter’s lesson
How beneath the drifts of snow
The sap is waiting in its roots 
On God’s call for it to flow 

And how in Spring the buds fly open
Clothing limbs with leaves
To catch the sun that gives them life
And grow as God is pleased

Till comes the frost splashing with colors
Painting leaves with pink and crimson
To show off their hidden treasures
Then letting go when they are done


The Ancient Maple 
by Peter Caligiuri
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