Red Maple

My Sister emailed my Dad and asked for help with a poem for school about a tree. This is what he sent:

My Name is Red Maple

He goes to sleep early and he wakes up late.
That's how God made him cause he doesn't like to wait.

His leaves wave in the wind when the summer winds blow
But when the air gets cooler the leaves say lets go

My leaves are big and green when you need some good shade
But when the pumpkins start coming my work will be made

That's when I change my color for the world to see
Its the color in my name that makes me - me.

So when its time for night night and I must go to bed.
Its what makes me so special cause I turn a bright red.

~Macy