Four Parts of Canada

Tall and strong, important member indeed,
Soon will fall from the maple tree.
Whisping blowing, and dancing as it winds,
A crisp new air, and a change of mind.
For months on end resting under thick ice,
As the children shovel snow and do their best to be nice.
Sounds of snowballs and hockey sticks slashing about,
Dodging through rocky mountain trees for an alternative route.
As one slowly fades away from this beautiful scene,
Returning to its home, which is sprouting in green.
The ice becomes thin and the water seeps through,
nature blooms all around, a start of something new.
Gone is the sweaters, pants and coats,
Replaced by the roaring engine of boats.
But the days become shorter and so sets the sun,
and another leave has fallen, the cyle is again begun.