Oh tulip poplar, we admire your flowers
Yellow-green-orange and one of a kind
Tricked us into thinking you were a true Tulipa
While your Magnolia identity, we did not find
Your four-lobed leaves and their flat tips
We used as a mirror for their glossy face
In your bark’s deep furrows and ridges, however
We saw long rivers, as intertwined as lace
As helicopters see we your fruit, flying and free
Angels of nature, falling down to earth
Feeding squirrels and their nutritional plea,
As your twigs give deer sustenance with mirth
Quick as your leaves turn yellow in the fall
Do we await your deciduous return, us to enthrall