It adorned our front yard by standing tall,
and concealed our windows by guarding us all.
I used to sit by my table hoping to work,
but there were times when I was lost,
watching my maple's magnificent charm.
Little birds flew by and made it their home.
Some just sat there and chirped all along,
while a few others, pecked at the bark.
I could recognize a few, like, one I was sure
was the American Goldfinch which was all yellow and light.
Then there was this little red bird,
that reminded me of the ones from "angry birds".
I did watch the branches sway gently,
And the leaves waving to the rhythm of the wind.
I could hear the rustles when the wind blew,
Making my mind sway in it's happy sweet tune.
Seasons changed and so did the tree.
Spring looked lovely and fresh,
with green leaves and blooming buds.
Branches looking all ready to hold the new leaves
and welcome new birdies.
Then came the summer rains that lashed …