there's an aspen on my street
unusual at these heights
so near the sea
it stands tall and proud
a stranger in a strange land
of maples and ginkgo and dogwoods
all summer i watch the breeze
dance gaily through the leaves
singing a sighing song
of rocky mountains far away
still green and lush they wave
while distant cousins grow pale
and drift down in silent splendor
to the frozen ground
each year i think i'll watch
as green turns into gold
see the sap draw back the life
bury deep the hope of spring
year after year i wake
one day at the turning time
to a sudden flame of yellow
as if overnight the leaves changed
but this year it's different
the tips away up high
begin the glowing journey
i see the progression coming
as winter soon draws nigh
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