Maple this is an excellent write.You are no doubt an ardent fan of nature.

soaking in moss patches

The pain on falling of a tree is so vividly described ,you have put all your feelings

count the circles of life
Sap lands upon my cheek
from a weeping leaf

The comparison so well portrayed in this simile

to transform tween
nature lover and a towering giant

We can learn so much from nature, grow into mature beings

You make it so touchy at the end

I shall return home,deep
within the soil of creation-

So touched by your love for nature.We all at the end of our lives will be one with nature.

I have always felt attach to trees. I grew up and we had orange, mandarin, and peache trees in our yard. Ever since, I have always thought, " when I die, plant above me many seeds, so it may grow into a tree and perhaps as I decompose, I may somehow repay Mother Nature for all the damage, I may, consciously or unconsciously, have inflicted upon it"

Ah, I don't know why but this poem stirred back those thoughts in me. Trees are wonderful. I can spend hours observing them. Often even without have thoughts, just relax. I have missed climbing into a branch and watch the sky. And haha also eat mandarins, or oranges while at it. Good memories. Lovely write maple.

There are some lines that caught my attention:

I shall return home, deep within the soil of creation.