As I stand by the sink, at the kitchen window,
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I can see the maple tree outside.
I see not just the beauty of the tree
but within its branches, what does abide.
The finches flit amongst the feeders
as if to say it\'s my turn now.
The chickadees walk upside down
and the doves on the ground seem to bow.
There\'s Mr. Woodpecker, come in for a meal,
his bright red head held so high and proud,
as a tiny wren on the other side
is trying to steel a bite amongst the crowd.
I\'ve always heard that for the forest,
we cannot see the trees.
I have seen the tree there for many years,
but within it, there\'s so much more to see.