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Sugar Maple

Updated: Oct 24


Against the bluest of skies,

fired by the sun,

golden maple leaves

l e a p

into singing wind.


Whirling and dancing

flitter and falling,

spiraling, summersaulting

until landing on bed of gold.



Christening the green grass

by the glimmering pond

o n l y

for the praise of His glory.



-Mother Clare