I Rock

My Tree

There is a maple tree outside my office window. Although it is more than three stories high, which means it is also outside of the windows below and above mine, I consider it my maple tree.

Some springs there is a bird's nest in my tree, and if I look carefully, I can see baby beaks reaching above their nest for breakfast. Often a pair of squirrels frolics among its branches. Occasionally, a hawk perches there and glares at me.

When the fall comes, my tree's leaves are a riot of oranges and reds. On Friday, I noticed that my tree had four red leaves among the green.

Tomorrow is Labor Day. Another summer is behind us.


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