Maple Show Time Poem by Ima Ryma

In my front yard the maple tree
In autumn time becomes the star,
Displaying bright red leaves to be
Admired by all from near and far.
And I have come to believe that
This maple tree does know that it
Now shines in my yard habitat,
And does its best to stay bright lit
For as long and as well through fall,
Knowing it is the prime display.
But at last it heeds nature's call,
And one by one leaves fall away.

Before I have to rake them up,
I roll around in the leaves, yup!