Hello, Maple Tree.
As you stand there in your lofty grandeur; brightly glowing, basking in the fall sunlight.
Colored leaves catching the gentle breeze and landing at my feet I wonder if you know.
Do you know about Little Beau?
Do you remember Beau leaping gracefully landing gently on your bough?
Or scrambling up your trunk as fast as he could run from the barking of the neighbor dogs.
Hiding in your branches, sitting high above it all you were his friend; his protector. Steadfast and true.
He would lay in the grass in the moonlight gazing up at you while you played host to flying squirrels.
When it was time to call him in for the night I always knew where to find him. He was always with his friend Maple Tree.
As the seasons come and go do you even know;
Are you aware that it’s been over a year since he has been here?
Do you miss him as much as I do?