Maple Awake by Alice Doray - Page 13 and 14
When the man reached the sugar maple, he raised his
head and up flew his arms! Down flew the ax and he
shouted, "I don't believe my eyes!"
The maple tree was thick with green kinglet
leaves, fluttering as though in a gentle breeze.
Brilliant reds, blues, yellows and warm browns
filled every branch.
The birds kept very quiet. They knew
that leaves don't peep!
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