Legend of the Trees
"I am the King of Autumn" vaunts the oak
And flaunts his ruby leaves on lofty arms
Nearby, the queenly maple spreads her cloak
Of golden lace to best display her charms.
The stately sycamore and regal elm
Dance before the wind without a care
Pleased to be the jewels of nature's realm
Forgetting that their limbs will soon be bare.
Unfazed, the modest evergreens all wait
'Til winter comes to stand its frigid ground
'Tis then the fir and balsam celebrate
As pearls of light adorn their needled gowns.
Humility thus wears a crown of light
While pride does shiver naked in the night.
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