The ash and birch, in golden garb,
Stand side by side,
Competing for Best Dressed award.
The apple tree
Maintains last season’s greenery.
The poplar is disconsolate,
Its dress in tatters lies
Shredded by a vengeful wind,
Its bare arms breach the skies.
Cranberry, Virginia Creeper, gooseberry, rose
Proudly parade their new red clothes.
“Look at my berries,” cries the Mountain Ash.
The pear tree sniffs, “I’m the Best in Class.”
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