The Maple Tree Poem by Kelvin Rush

The Maple Tree



How many leaves on the maple tree
I stopped counting at one hundred and thirty three
I got distracted by a Robin that came into view
Effortlessly dancing in the morning dew

I stood there silent in awe abstract
Present in the moment no thought attack
A beautiful magical form at play
That ended abruptly as the robin flew away

Sunday, March 31, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: observation
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