Where the Maple Tree Grows

Take me to where the maple tree grows,
And cause leaves on branches to turn brown,
Syrup comes from the sap that gently flows
A layer of mulch gathered on the ground. 

Inhale the excellent fragrance at dawn,
From the ascending seeds of generation
Find the plant you tap for traits upon the lawn,
Whose foliage is like a gathering storm.

With the most brilliant hue of natural colors,
turning from beautiful green into yellow, 
Some of the best places to admire flowers
In city parks, forests, mountains, and meadow.
 
In their wild form, I saw the birth of my maple tree
Like the sound of music reverberating down,
To solidify that desire love of nature within me,
from larch green into an unremarkable brown.
 
Among all attractive trees, the maple is found
Amidst cultivation it’s hard to clone these leaves,
Upon mountain slopes fading into the ground
Lacquer changes increases tar spot disease.

Remove from the silver soil to safer pasture, 
The shallow roots that grow eventually turns out  
Acers of Palmatum species in cool weather store
Their magnificent foliage immaculately recruit.

Many more strong branches around to observed 
How to excel in the essence of what they give,
A sweet adorable taste on dining tables served
Rushing warmly down within the body we live.