POEM: The Japanese Maple Tree

My neighborhood looks the prettiest in the spring.
When I go for a walk in the park,
I notice the blooming trees along the street.
I take out my phone and photograph the blooms.
There is a Japanese maple tree in front of my neighbor’s house down the street. 
It’s rather unique,
And I am fascinated by this perfect creation of Mother Nature.
I stop in front of the house and take a few pictures of the tree.
My neighbor sees me from her house, and she gets out.
She encourages me to approach the tree and take closer pictures from her driveway.
I gather she is used to the attention that her precious Japanese maple tree is getting,
It’s the only one in our neighborhood.
I thank my neighbor for her kind ...